[ just a little more . . . if running had burned the muscle in his legs, then a walk would stretch and ease them into possible disposition for rest, later. with angelo being correct about the forest (there were animals here, he's heard, rare but present, and the ugly laughter that boomed and slipped into weeping was already keeping him on edge—), falco obediently pulls himself back onto his feet, lowers his head, and follows close by to wherever angelo found it better to trek to. his radio is at home, but . . .
he's certain and hopeful that he could let erwin and cassandra know he's alright there. they were not in the clear, yet. ]
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he's certain and hopeful that he could let erwin and cassandra know he's alright there. they were not in the clear, yet. ]