Ouroboros Spine The big lake they call Gitche Gumee

He tried to savor the fleeting moments before others came. Antares worried about it, strangely. In only Bronco and Vallkyrie's company it was easier. Or he had learned how to.. but he needed to return to the other fireflies soon, if they would still have him. He felt his chest pinch painfully, though he stared on ahead to the sentry that appeared. A sleek slip of darkness, but unfamiliar to him.

Impassive, and unimpressed, Antares flicked an ear only to Bronco and kept to his sit--though he pulled it up to neaten himself some; his paws appreciated the break, and he still looked rough. Eventually, he did spot Kukutux, and seeing her was a strange sense of pained relief. At least she had managed to walk away somehow. It was something, and he knew to cherish it. But it was strange to come to what was now apparently her doorstep, after everything.

However Keyni appeared soon after, and under her gaze, he splayed his ears though his tail wagged--happy to see her unscathed, deep down. I know.. I'm sorry, he said quietly to those nearest, for making them worry, and everything else that he had managed to go wrong in. He had not been able to be here for them when they really needed him, and now he returned to them a withered, mourning mess. It's.. it's good to see everyone okay, he breathed, quieter yet than before as he glanced to the dark watchman. There were others of his own missing still, but the gathering was new and he was letting good news set in slowly for once.