Gladio continues to sniff out the tracks, tucking away the direction for when morning came. Ignis would surely enjoy learning to hunt later in his new form.

He almost misses his mate slipping away, and his head whips around to see hip slipping i to the darkness. A low noise rumbles in his throat, calling him back, but at the same time Gladio does trot off after him. He does not want to let the man go too far off this time of night, considering the daemons had free roam.