Re: Woods: Rory & Daniel -- No. 20
Attached and fond of his own skin, keeping some sort of distance between Daniel and himself became a priority for Rory. Every step that Daniel took, Rory shuffled in mirror of a strange dance hard learned at the sharp end of a switchblade in his youth. The choreography seemed like it would also work when tangling up with fanged things. Of course, keeping an arm's length safe distance had been easier before it began bucketing. 'Cats and dogs' like they say, but this was more like the whole fuckin pet store. The water was already sloshing up around his knees, and he didn't back away when Daniel drew close in the end.
"Her?" Because, fairly enough, more than one bird had been the focus of the dog's attention in this town. One flew the coop, one got him shot, and Rory hadn't yet figured how to classify Juliet.