Fino found Deniz’ lack of interest rather disconcerting. His last Satellite had some personality, he remember. Just a bit, steadily building it over the years. He never voiced his thoughts openly, but he at least had opinions when asked about them. Maybe it would just take him some time to build that in Deniz now. “Aciapoli is warm and full of water. It will be a good place for you to mature your forms.” That wasn’t the sole reason why they were going there. He lived there now. The city of winds was nothing to him now but just another city. A city full of bad, haunting memories that he did not want anymore. Finally, the bus arrived. It came to a stop at the curb, and let out a great squeal and hiss. Then the doors opened. Fino stepped up and paid the fares, then moseyed over to a seat.
“Sounds like it would be a good place,” Deniz nodded, smiling a little. He’d probably be able to mature his orca form fairly quickly there, perhaps the cross form too. He grew tense when he saw the bus, and he waited for his master to get on before he followed after him. He looked the driver up and down before he scanned the other passengers on the bus. It didn’t seem like any of them were a threat. Satisfied, Deniz went over to where the werehawk had taken a seat. He hesitated before he finally made up his mind and took the seat behind Fino. He wasn’t sure whether Fino wanted him to sit beside him or not, so he did what he thought was right. He’d also still be able to protect his master if something were to happen. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out slowly. The panic hadn’t started to build up just yet, and hopefully it would last for a while. He couldn’t afford to panic on the bus. He’d ask to see how long the drive was going to be, but did it really matter? It would seem like it was twice as long either way.