[Tucker doesn't debate very long on whether or not he'll go. He and Rome are maybe a little rocky still, but they're certainly on better terms than before. They understand each other a little, or they've tried to. Potentially complicating matters is the fact that Rome apparently died- trying to protect Kyna. Some gratitude is owed there, maybe, but Tucker doubts it'll matter tonight.
He needs to clear his head. He's spent too much time dealing with other peoples' problems, which he normally avoids doing like the plague. It's time to run.
He doesn't bother bringing anything with him, not even the medal he almost never takes off. He remembers Rome's leery sideways glances in the dream, the knowledge that silver could hurt him. This is Tucker's peace offering, his little inch of trust. He tucks it out of sight in his apartment before he shifts, stretching into his other skin.
It doesn't take him long to find Rome, and wouldn't even without the coordinates. The wolf scent stands out among all the other, alien smells. He catches up to him not far from the empty shop.
Unlike Rome, Tucker managed to make it out of the Null attack largely unscathed. His black coat is unmarred, and thankfully still in its summer thickness. He approaches at what he hopes is a casual pace, ears up, tail swinging behind him. He's never been part of a pack before, and the dynamics are a foreign language to him, but he knows enough not to look too aggressive.]
no subject
He needs to clear his head. He's spent too much time dealing with other peoples' problems, which he normally avoids doing like the plague. It's time to run.
He doesn't bother bringing anything with him, not even the medal he almost never takes off. He remembers Rome's leery sideways glances in the dream, the knowledge that silver could hurt him. This is Tucker's peace offering, his little inch of trust. He tucks it out of sight in his apartment before he shifts, stretching into his other skin.
It doesn't take him long to find Rome, and wouldn't even without the coordinates. The wolf scent stands out among all the other, alien smells. He catches up to him not far from the empty shop.
Unlike Rome, Tucker managed to make it out of the Null attack largely unscathed. His black coat is unmarred, and thankfully still in its summer thickness. He approaches at what he hopes is a casual pace, ears up, tail swinging behind him. He's never been part of a pack before, and the dynamics are a foreign language to him, but he knows enough not to look too aggressive.]