Brooklyn glanced back at the person behind him cautiously, his tail swinging left to right anxiously in the shadows. Of course he stayed close to the wall where the shadows blanketed him comfortingly, away from the judging light from the street light above them.
“You okay?” He asked tentatively after a moment of neither of them moving. Of course this would be the perfect time for him to safe someone, per usual on his patrols through the city, but this person called him back and for this one odd moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to escape. It was odd because once he made the heroic move, he would always be the first to dart into the shadows and away from the person he just helped.
And it had to be right after the Phoenix Gate deposited him only God knows where.