Noctisardor Bypass into dust first

he counts! they haven't properly met yet!

there is a distinct feeling of being followed that hangs in the soupy air that plagues the bypass. it takes pingasut a small while to feel the pinprickle at the nape of his neck; concentrated on his path and avoiding as much of the mud as he possibly can. pingasut's steps draw to a stop, ears perking and swiveling back; front paw hovering, shifting his weight forward like he's going to continue on his path only to spin in a tight circle that would make any military man jealous in the unintentional flawlessness of execution. providing guardián, true to his name, didn't hide at the signs of pingasut's blossoming awareness, pingasut's eyes would zero in on the older child and ask ( regardless of visibility ) why follow? in a demand.