Lake Bismuth I don't know what to do without you

The bird flew away.

For one reason or another, Kemal stood and began to follow.

His pace careful, form silent, some would mistake him for a stalking predator if not for his gait which spoke of pure curiosity. The creature appealed to him; their inability to communicate in a verbal sense furthering this. He was not one for conversation.

He could not go far, Leandros would be expecting his return, but he could watch for a time. A treat.