Striker was finally getting his feet under him and he thought he was starting to grasp the whole purpose of the town. 20/20 was hindsight and after hearing that the proverbial hatches were being battened down against some as-yet-unknown threat it brought to mind all the tinglings and flags that he had been feeling more and more often while he had been roaming in his canine form.
This gave him a dilemma, one that was not easily solved.
His instincts told him to leave. After being a proper idiot with Vihaan, Striker was pretty sure his life was in danger within the city walls as much as outside. The fact that his ex was here made things a thousand times more difficult and uncomfortable, a constant reminder of his own stupidity and heartache.
His gut, however, told him that staying would be his best chance of survival against whatever was coming. Strength in numbers and what not, right?
Of course, staying meant finding a sponsor and that was another downside. He’d have to share his memories with whoever that was... that meant one of two things:
A stranger would know what he’d done to Vihaan
Vihaan would know how shit things had been for him after his tremendous fuck up
He had taken to walking, careful to walk into the wind so he could try and catch Vihaan’s (and Citali’s) scent to avoid them. Thankfully the town seemed big enough that he wasn’t constantly running into his ex. A small mercy. That night seemed particularly peaceful and Striker smiled at the person as they passed with a quiet but genuine “Evenin’!”
