[SE] who is by your side when the fire subsides

Iskra

BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING

The duck releases a shrill squeak in Remi's hands, which only elicits an eager and equally shrill response from Goose as he rises up from between his paws in expectation of a toss. His gaze remains fixated on the duck in hand, lip caught against a tooth as the lazy pant sharpens to a partially closed mouth, breath held for a beat as the world narrows entirely on the release of DD (driftwood duck).

At the returned shout from the mist, Iskra's step stutters a touch. Much as he's wanted Goose to talk back, in a language not his argumentative grumbles, he never has or will, and if he did, he'd sound a lot different than that. So Iskra had always imagined anyway, and so the put on voice he did for Goose said.

Surprised to discover someone else out here, it makes sense that his wayward hound found the one possible distraction around. Iskra trots towards the sound before he loses his bearings, shape breaking through the haze not long after. "Oh, good, you found him," he exhales with relief that he tries to keep from sounding nervous. Not that he really thought he'd lost Goose, but in the wilder edges of Halo, and void still abound, one can never be sure. "I hope he didn't bother you?" It rolls off with well earned practice, often having to apologize for one antic or another.

A pause then, as his gaze takes in the slow work Remi's been doing out here, a curious slant fitting into his 'brows. "You lost and need help making it back into town?" he offers, not sure why else anyone would willingly start to make camp out here other than someone who got turned around and gave up finding their way out. "Might seem like I don't know where I'm going," he waves a hand towards the dog as if that explains everything, "but I'm from Halo and trust me, Goose gets hungry enough he'll make sure we make it home."

I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS