The Tangle composer but never composed

He shrugs, eyes following Alaister's. Dunno. I wish Thetis would come back, His voice turns forlorn, gaze searching the sky. He hasn't seen his companion in days. It isn't terribly unusual for her to wander, but she's never been gone for this long before. She'd lead us out of here. He turns to Alaister abruptly and buries his face into the other boy's golden scruff, sighing heavily into his fur. He goes still for a few moments, finding comfort in his friend's touch.