After their rescue attempts amongst the Tundra had been successful, in some regards, Deimos had spent the rest of the evening tending to his own family; but the next morning, he’d marched down to the Infirmary, checking in on everyone. Once his mind was settled on their health and wellness, everything on the mend, he took a massive breath, and began the rest of the day.
But tending to his own thoughts and motions, he opted for the hellhound approach down the streets and roads. At least then, not many would bother him; and most of the Halovians knew him well enough to give him a wide berth along the massive canine notions – not because of any cruelty, but mischief, juvenile antics.
Stretching out his front limbs and bending downwards to ensure his spine was granted the same relief, he began to thread through the market square, figuring he could ascertain things where fine here too, before inquiring on further delegations when the hunters and trackers were all rested. The weather, however, left much to be desired, and more than once he sauntered into a puddle, canine snout curling, then glancing skyward, as if mystified that the rain had bothered coming here.
But tending to his own thoughts and motions, he opted for the hellhound approach down the streets and roads. At least then, not many would bother him; and most of the Halovians knew him well enough to give him a wide berth along the massive canine notions – not because of any cruelty, but mischief, juvenile antics.
Stretching out his front limbs and bending downwards to ensure his spine was granted the same relief, he began to thread through the market square, figuring he could ascertain things where fine here too, before inquiring on further delegations when the hunters and trackers were all rested. The weather, however, left much to be desired, and more than once he sauntered into a puddle, canine snout curling, then glancing skyward, as if mystified that the rain had bothered coming here.
Deimos
we're all killers
