Common

The smell. He'd recognize that smell anywhere. Dirty water, humidity, sweat, mud. It was also something he didn't fancy smelling like ever again. He regretted ever joining up in the first place, if he was being honest. His ears flattened against the curl of his nape as he drew his muzzle toward his chest. His expression shifts from a blank canvas to that of annoyance, similar to that of being bothered by a bug. "Not you," he retorts, choosing to abandon his pebble rather than continue a conversation. His silver tail snaps in irritation at his speckled hindquarters, the sound echoing in the immediate area. Leukos' nostrils quiver with a snort as he moves to push past Alioth and move on to graze in the sun.

"I have no desire to go back," he clarifies with a snarl. Leukos isn't a fool, he knows the laws of the land. He gave up his right to choose the moment he stepped foot in the Commons. But that didn't mean he was going to make it easy or that he was going to come quietly. He hadn't left the Lagoon just to end up back there, festering and alone. The last thing Leukos needed right now was to be anywhere alone with his thoughts and he certainly had nothing to say to his "brothers."