Noctisardor Bypass shotgun shuts his cakehole

this seemed like a good place to wrap up & archive. <3

before vex can be drawn into the churning sea of his thoughts haunt makes a suggestion about what might take his mind off of it. he doesn’t think he can entirely shake it off but he isn’t one to say ‘no’ to a hunt and a few seconds after the words hang between them it sounds like the best idea ever. you’re right. vex agrees, giving a soft snort of affection as she nudges his shoulder and bumps his hip as she brushes past him. he loiters for a few seconds, turning around and veers in the opposite direction of her to sniff out thick underbrush ripe with decaying berries in the hopes that prey might find the appealing and he might pick up a scent if she didn’t.

in the end, a hunt provided the perfect distraction he needed …even if it was just for a short while.

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