Luton emerged from behind the root formation and bounced back toward Damien at the same unhurried pace it had left with, its form noticeably fuller now, its surface carrying a faint shimmer that came from whatever passive process it ran after a feeding.
It settled back into its usual position just behind Damien. But before they could take a step forward, it moved towards Damien and bounced high, landing on his head as though it was its seat. It had been so before and it had reclaimed that spot once again.
Damien had watched the whole thing without moving.
Cerbe's middle head had tracked Luton's progress across the terrain, all three sets of eyes following with the particular attention of a creature watching something it found either interesting or incomprehensible. Fenrir had simply observed. Aquila had continued its arc above, indifferent.
Damien looked at Luton for a moment.
Then looked ahead.
