Pockets and brimstone, colors and dull

Harlowe

He was just going with May’s suggestion. Since he was softly avoiding the treasure in which was his sibling. Maybe in time Harlowe would adjust accordingly but in a strange land where everything was almost out of focus for him it’d brought him here. He watched May pace the borders her transparent ghostly form enthralling him as his head followed back and forth keeping his remaining eye on her. She had said to be polite and ask to join. But why though? His head tilted what was it again? Don’t go over those weird scent thingies or he could get hurt.

So the oddball let out a bark. The older man standing at the border with a wag in his tail. He could be useful, he knew he could be. With may by his side he was UNSTOPPABLE at least in his mind. Tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth he bounced from one paw to the other in a soft dance. While still watching May waiting for something to happen. Big boss was supposed to show up if someone called right?