Crunch, crunch, crunch was the lovely sound of three sets of shoes in the ground cover of the forest.

They were talking happily, although Gem and Skizz had positioned themselves on either side of Impulse they way they always did when they weren't completely sure they were safe.

"Seriously, guys, I can take care of myself." Impulse sighed dramatically, attempting to walk a bit ahead of them to get out of their flanking position.

Skizz immediately began walking faster, his long strides easily keeping pace with Impulse's power walking. "No can do, Impy." Skizz replied, his large hand resting naturally on Impulse's wrist, just shy of holding his hand. "You're my charge now." He glanced down at the golden feather worn on a cord around Impulse's neck. Impulse scoffed.

"I'm about to throw this feather into the sun, cheezus." He muttered jokingly, his hand coming up to toy with the feather around his neck.

Gem jogged to keep up with the two power walking men, coming up naturally on Impulse's other side.

In response to Gem's reappearance, Impulse groaned. "Seriously, I get that you guys are, like, all powerful immortal fae and such, but I'm not your damn kid!" He crossed his arms and pouted, his tail thrashing behind him as he walked.

(You can be Gem or Skizz. Credit to Black Flame on quotev for the idea! https://www.quotev.com/story/16828941/The-Hunter-The-Imp-and-The-Angel)