kill for gain or shoot to maim

Idris had... slipped away? Gotten lost? Left him? A black mood settled over Matija, stormy as the evening that wrapped him. Sleet and thunder, what a combination. Left him. How fucking dare he? There's worry somewhere in Matija's chest, too. Worry that he wouldn't voice, but worry all the same. Lost or kidnapped? Had they been followed after all? Bitterness is easier than concern, so he'll let that bitterness take hold. Reach into his skull and rattle his brains. A wild animal, pacing its cage.

It's still his world. It's still his new start. Born and bred to codependency... it's dangerous for him to be alone out here. Dangerous for Matija to be unmoored. The sleet, the thunder, the trees-- he's all the things that go bump in the night out here. Casting a long shadow as he stalks aimlessly in the dim light, Mati stalks through the woods.

"Matija"