[Victor notices he's got a tail before he makes himself known; the same scent trails after him all afternoon, there's no chance he's not going to connect the dots. But he lets him follow, doesn't give the game away, right up until he intercepts. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest and just looks at him with a combination of amusement and curiosity. A deep sniff verifies what he'd already suspected.]
Started wonderin' when ya were gonna poke yer head out.
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Started wonderin' when ya were gonna poke yer head out.