This Is The End

It was most likely the collie dog in him that made him so social. Being alone never suited him well so he took to Beat like dirt took to water. Wandering through the spires was haunting enough, but having someone with him was almost comforting. At least if something bad were to happen, he would have someone to experience it with him. Not that he wanted something bad to happen to old man... No, he didn't want to cry today.

"It does sound like screaming," Bancha commented, his ears still folded backward to help muffle the wailing noise. When the wind picked up some more, the wailing appeared to get louder as well. Surely it had to be come from the holes in the spires, but why? Why were these things here and where had they come from? "You think there's a reason?" He asks, teal gaze hovering on Beat for a moment.

BANCHA