Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

That was the moment Fig sensed he was not so alone in the bypass.

The noise was small and soft, but his hackles came to attention in prompt response. He twisted his head to look back over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. He didn’t see anyone, but he was certain he’d heard them. He glanced down at the minnows still scurrying around his paws and bid them a silent apology as he sloshed away from them, sending them bouncing about in his current.

”Is someone there?” Fig asked what might possibly be thin air. The noise had struck him as innocent, not threatening. He would keep his guard up regardless, but he didn’t feel the need to approach it defensively. ”Please don’t tell me I’m both hearing things and talking to myself…” he added, smiling to himself.