Away. He needed to get away from Cetus, if only for a little while, away from the itchy feeling of being watched, away from his complete and utter inability to track Cayenne back down. Leaving the swamp felt like a betrayal, but then again, it didn't feel much like home anymore. He had one home, and one home only - and it was trotting ahead of him, calling out his given title in impatience. "Cooooooooming," Czernobog bellowed back, ears flicking and tail wagging just a bit. Even in his depleted state, walk more of a shamble than anything, hole in his chest still stubbornly refusing to fuse shut, Isi could brighten his demeanor in about a millisecond. Kids did that kind of thing.

He rounded the bend with shuddering breaths and the heavy stomp of hooves, blinking as Polaris came into view. He snuffled - but if the other white baby was around, she wasn't near; her scent was faint at best. "Baaaaaaby," was rumbled at the deer ahead, a massive black snout pushed at her shoulder in some sort of assurance. Then he waited.

He'd never really been the "exploring" type.

@Isi