Adonis' head snapped up, the mickey dropping to the ground and he only saved it from spilling into the dirt and spreading its nasty chemicals into the soil with a quick reflexive lunge. One of his flowers was uneasy, it was being touched and Adonis barred his teeth momentarily as he sent out a question. The answer he received was in the usual form - barely developed emotions, not words - and was filled with confusion and anxiety. Adonis briefly considered sending more of his power to comfort his nervous plant but that was dangerous.
"Stay. Guard. Act." He whispered to Theias in ancient Greek before extinguishing his cigarette in the dirt, sending an apology into the soil, and stood, slipping to the edge of the clearing with a silent, graceful ease that came from thousands of years of hunting. Sliding through his flowers without disturbing them or causing any of the plants to shift, he slipped behind a wide tree, pressing his palms against the wood and begging it to keep him safe.
But the tree could only block him from vision, not do anything else, and Adonis peered out around the trunk momentarily to see Theias, ever-obedient Theias, sitting in a show of relaxation in front of the adonis flowers, panting, his tongue lolling, the dog equivalent of a smile on his face as he cocked his head, listening, sniffing for the intruder.
Adonis smiled. Good Theias. His dogs always were rather intelligent, it came from being exposed to him at an early stage in their life and Adonis was thankful for his boarhound as he withdrew behind the tree again, pressing his forehead against the bark. He didn't like this. There was an intruder coming near his clearing and while his plants were meant to be enjoyed...
Adonis could feel unfamiliar immortality in the area. Anyone unfamiliar could be a potential threat and he forced himself to breathe silently as he waited, connecting deeply with the plants in the clearing so he'd know when the perimeter was breached.