What care we though?

Sticking close to Deluge, Dread is the closest he can to okay. A balm to his anxieties, his worries. Hell, she's the only thing that's been able to hold off the ghosts. Is that why he's co-dependent, or is it the other way around? He wasn't about to entertain the thought, only pull the woman closer.

Teeth at his flank and then stepping away, but Dread is quick to dance after her. A low chuckle in his throat, reaching to tug at her tail. She went low, he went high, checking the heights of the trees. Looking for any markings, any signs, any... anything. Someone had lived here, but... not anymore.

"We can stay up, watch the stars, and sleep in tomorrow?" Stretching and grinning, Dread moved to rummage in his makeshift pack. "Our work is better done in the dark, anyway." Or in his mind it was. The implication hangs clear in his tone, drawing back to Deluge's side. Close. Always close.

"Dread"