If being back at Skyside meant that Porter had to take his turn patrolling Wonder World again, he sorely regretted his decision to heed his king’s summons. He leaned against one of the rust-eaten metal fences penning in the wreckage of one of the many crumbling death traps still decaying in what was left of the park. Looking up at the remains, the dangling cables and worn metal framework swaying precariously in the autumnal breeze that graced the night, his dark brows furrowed. How humans ever could’ve found such a glaring hazard appealing, and even entertaining, was beyond him, despite having living as a human himself for a time. Regardless of that period being cut short, he had never seen the apparent allure of amusement parks, ugly things that they were; tacky neon lights and the thick, heady stench of sweetness that reeked of chemicals and toothache - not to mention the rides that were one screw loose away from becoming a tomb. Vincent proved that much, though perhaps that joke was in poor taste, he mused. Still, since he and Samuel had left the house, he’d found himself missing their exchanges. Granted, their exchanges consisted mainly of snide comments and verbal jabs designed to piss off and wound deeply, but it had been a habit easily slipped into upon his return. Something brushed against the edges of his awareness as he tore his piercing silver gaze from the abandoned attraction and cast it out across the stretch of forest bordering the park, eyes narrowing. He sensed movement, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Pushing away from the fence, Porter took a few steps towards the tree line, letting his eyes slide shut and his more primal senses do the hunting for him. He shook his head, struggling to pinpoint the intrusion, and so he was more than a little frustrated. As he wandered into the thick of the forest, he scanned the darkness around him, finding it no complicated task - after all, his eyes were made for the dark.

“…Come on out, now. I don’t bite.”