[The forest at night-- it's dark in a way that would be unthinkable on Westerley, back in Old Town, some form of sickly thrumming light always present no matter the hour, sky stained orange until the first creeping fingers of dawn begin to illuminate the sky. It's different out here, quiet and cold and black, a strange sense of openness despite the thick tangle of trees and undergrowth that stretch in all directions. Better, one might think. More wholesome somehow. Though in truth such places have always left Giovanni feeling vaguely discomforted for reasons he can't quite comprehend. A creature accustomed to containment of varying kinds, this kind of openness gets into him somehow. Makes something jitter and jangle in his skull, something he can almost - but not quite - name, something he can almost reach out and touch.
Just beyond his reach. Vaguely, his brow furrows.
They've been sent out here to hunt down a small pocket of Resistance rumoured to have been camping in the area, and with each step they make, each subtle crackle of leafy debris underfoot, they move in closer. The Dog walks on just a few paces ahead rather than his customary two behind, chin slightly lifted as he scents the air, pausing just for a moment as he catches something-- the faint whiff of woodsmoke, the soft susurration of shifting bodies.
They're getting closer.]
This way.
[He makes a small motion of one hand, pale as a spectre against the black of night. Glances over his shoulder at his superior. Awaits further instruction.]
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Just beyond his reach. Vaguely, his brow furrows.
They've been sent out here to hunt down a small pocket of Resistance rumoured to have been camping in the area, and with each step they make, each subtle crackle of leafy debris underfoot, they move in closer. The Dog walks on just a few paces ahead rather than his customary two behind, chin slightly lifted as he scents the air, pausing just for a moment as he catches something-- the faint whiff of woodsmoke, the soft susurration of shifting bodies.
They're getting closer.]
This way.
[He makes a small motion of one hand, pale as a spectre against the black of night. Glances over his shoulder at his superior. Awaits further instruction.]