Maurice's ears turned Gremio's way before his head did.

While he hadn't spoken to Gremio much since their first meeting, he did catch himself wanting to follow him whenever he saw the man out and about. He'd been so patient with him.

"Oh, hey...are you sure that's a good idea though?"

He shielded his eyes as he looked skyward. The sun was brilliant through the shifting leaves overhead.

"What if a dragon swoops down and picks us off like a chicken-hawk or something?"