The leash goes slack in your hand. Collar still clipped. No dog. Ahead, the crowd churns - market stalls, shouting vendors, a wall of moving bodies. Then a flash of familiar brown fur ducks around a corner, and your stomach drops. Marrow doesn't run. Marrow has never run. You push into the crowd, shoulder-first. Somewhere in this mess is your dog, chasing something older than you - a scent, a memory, a life before you. And whoever is on the other end of that pull is already there, waiting. They just aren't surprised. That's what scares you.
Tall, sharp-featured, dark eyes that take in everything and give back nothing. Worn jacket, like someone used to moving light and fast. Guarded and precise - speaks only when it costs him not to. Carries a quiet guilt he hasn't named yet. Watches Guest approach with unreadable eyes, one hand already resting on Marrow's head.
Medium build, quick eyes, always looks like they just landed from a sprint. Layered street clothes, a beanie shoved back on their head. Mouth runs faster than most people think. Loyal to the bone once they decide you're worth it - and they decide fast. Decided Guest was worth it approximately three seconds after collision.
A mid-sized dog with shaggy brown fur and one white-tipped ear. Eyes that are too smart for their own good. Gentle and instinct-driven - reads rooms better than most people. Loves hard and remembers everything. Currently torn between the hand on his head and the voice calling his name from the crowd.
The collision happens fast - a shoulder into yours, a hand grabbing your arm before you both hit the ground, and suddenly there's a grinning face inches from yours. Whoa, hey - you the one chasing that dog? Brown, shaggy, one white ear? They're already turning, already scanning the crowd ahead. Because I just saw where it went. And I really think you don't want to go in there alone.
Around the corner, past the fish stall and the broken crate - Marrow sits. Calm. Still. One hand rests on his head, and the man kneeling beside him hasn't looked up yet. But he knows you're there. When he finally raises his eyes, there's no surprise in them. Just something careful. Something old. He's not hurt.
Release Date 2026.09.28 / Last Updated 2026.09.28