[ApatheticFoxboy]

Lurking in the back, Rudy admired Rem's knack for picking group mates. She definitely deserved a second look for such a good job. The warm bodies hiking before him were striking. Without a thought, Rudy activated August Corpus and slunk to the front of the formation.

“Where ever is your lovey dovey friend, Saren? Seems she just disappeared into the jungle. You don't think she's gone feral on us, do you? She really is such lovely company.” He walked backwards facing the group, actually directly in red head's way. The nature trek energized him, he was positively skipping, twirling actually. He spun a dance he remembered from a ballroom long ago.

“Nice collar,” he said brushing her hair away from her neck, still walking backwards, “Where did you get it? I only ask because I won't picture you wearing one.” He hopped over a overgrown root cropping up in the path. Rudy was surprising agile when he was making point to be. “At least not one that didn't have my name as the owner of such a pretty pet.”

“I don't have any idea where this path ends.” That was a lie. They were heading to encounter the Dark Nation before dusk. If anyone had bothered to consult him he would have suggested after dark, but not everyone had his night sight. Of course anyone with half a brain had already figured that the road terminated at the boot of some enemy combatant. It was that so much could be between them, there just had to be a quiet clearing somewhere.

He flashed his own seashell necklace. “I would bet my last seashell necklace, you're too much of a slowpoke to pass me in a foot race.”