Here he had stayed, away from the battle that they had been called to arms in. He wouldn't have even of much use there, no help. Hell, he was sure that if push came to shove he would have been the weakest link and a liability. There were stronger individuals like Vaas, Rhine, or Medusa who were much more suitable to fighting and claiming victory for them. He left it up to them and he hoped greatly that things would go okay. He stayed home, walking and listening to the environment around him when the rumbling started. It was odd, his senses seemed to spiral as he pulled his ears forward. In tune with the ground and his blind gaze trailed up upwards as if watching something. What he was seeing was not normal, concerning even. Like rippling movements against the earth. He was confused because it was also moving. Vibrations reverberating outward to him from a moving location. With a small and timid frown he moved forward to try and piece this together. This had never happened before so what could it be.

As he neared the location he paused, fur rising in mild discomfort at the way a deer screamed. Oh man, he shouldn't be here alone. He knew better but he stepped forward anyway, eyes widening as he tried to piece together the echoes he was seeing. They had stopped though and he tilted his head a bit to figure this out. "H-Hello? Is someone there? Please don't eat me like you ate that deer. I'm not good, very stringy in fact." He rambles for a moment before his thick tail twitches back and forth. Maybe they are friendly. At least he hoped so. "Um...my name is Dovah and welcome to the Palm Glades. I can't see you but you sound huge!"

Well that made him a little miffed. He wasn't stupid. Right? His head lifted up then as he heard where the voice was coming from, feeling his movements into the ground. Sensing the shape of the other and his eyes widened at the shape his mind gave to him. That couldn't be right? Shaking his head a bit he tried not to think that it was truth what his senses were seemingly making up and instead he almost pouted. "Well, it isn't like I have a choice. Drifting will kill me if I keep staying in my house and mope around. I'm eating and stuff. Besides I like to stretch my legs a little." The rather small domestic compared to the dinosaur struggled his shoulders as he moved a bit closer sniffing and making a face. He smelled kinda bad but he definitely wouldn't say that to his face. "Um, yeah. We live here and as far as I know for a good while. You looking to join the Glades, Mister Scorn?"

Too long had he languished, choice removed by sickness that clung as final treatment was conducted, the very notion of allowing himself to further whittle time away without strenuous activity deplorable. Yet the issue was present in such desire, even the simple act of a short walk had grown laborious. Extensive the conversations staged to impart the progress necessary to tend his ailing body, slow the mend for ignored all until final moments when more extensive the care. Aside all placed, quietened his mind away from the enclosed walls, the largely abandoned den set aside for Vaas offering only a minimal respite.

Slow his progression across chilled grains, the run off of melted snow leaving sodden that it may reach, enjoyed in comparison to the heat scouring his skin. Begun winter with lacklustre fanfare, the departure of the blizzard heralding a more mild climate, exploited the days that the more dense creatures utilised as a final feast. Light the atmosphere most tried to maintain, beneath underlying the confliction of relishing a supposed victory and snuffing such for what was known a change in the coming days, observed they as on the child continued. Known how his temper flared with the slightest hint one suspected he may be incapable of coming along, thus wide the berths of some and silent the greeting of other. None of them mattered when voices arose, briefly impeded his slow walk, exercise meant only to begin strengthening his muscles once more.

Ache begun within shoulders and hips, wound about and crept along legs stretched to limits, pace quickened into a clumsy run. Peaceful the scene to which he entered with ragged pants, grown shaky on legs that threatened to fold beneath his meagre weight, chin tilting up until he may regard the reptilian beast with a hard glare. Or, at the least, he tried, the awe in those steadily widening depths undermining his attempt to appear imposing.

"You're big." Rather obvious the statement spoken in grating tone, ended with a cough that twisted his visage into a brief grimace, yet returned his attention once more to Scorne.

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