Shadewood Whiskey on the bed

For @Reiner <3
Set for like 1 day after this thread

Z hovered near the borders, glancing sporadically to the lands outside the territory, a sad longing in his ocean gaze. It was the hundredth time he had thought about bolting since agreeing to stay here. He could probably run now; there didn't appear to be anyone around. Most importantly, he didn't see any sign of his menacing keeper, and that gave him even more hope that he could actually disappear. He walked slowly as if his intentions were innocent, every few steps strategically placing him closer to the edge of the territory, and maybe once he was close enough to the outside, he would have enough nerve worked up to switch his thoughts of running into actual running; that's what he did best, anyway. When things got too messy, he took off. It was easier that way for everyone, really. They would all see that soon enough.