Noctisardor Bypass That's what you get

Arbiter doesn’t chase him away, and thus Valdemar proceeds with joining her. He gives a few wags of his tail before he settles down a few feet away—sitting and then stretching his long forearms forward in a slow descend.
Don’t need to be. It’s good to chill and stretch out sometimes. Though his ma would likely come screaming about how lazy he’s being if she were here. Valdemar fortunately only got the boss to worry about doing that rn. He surveys the area nonetheless—cropped ears twitching alert at the sounds of birds and what not in the distance. His eyes only give a subtle glance in Arbiter’s direction when he asks; Somethin’ on your mind?