Coordinates… That’s what Bull needed and what he had and what he was focused on. That’s it. There was aburning hot wad of anxiety rising in his throat. There was worry.
Something had happened to Dirk and it wasn’t good. Bull could feel it. It wasn’t going to be..
He pushed the thoughts away and flashed to the given coordinates, not caring if any of these humans saw a seven foot talll, horned, cyborg alien prancing about. He look around, eyes adjusting to the light and odd atmosphere until he saw him.
He dove in, the lump in his throat letting lose, a cry in his voice as Bull picked Dirk up from where he was in the dirt. It was bad. It was real bad.