While Richard made arrangements with his job and the house, Tony skulked nearby but refused to spend more time than absolutely necessary in Shepard's Haven until they left for good. He hadn't let anyone know he was still near, instead choosing to pretend that he'd gone already. It was easier that way, rather than having to face up to the fact that he'd thrown what was essentially a hissy fit and bolted.

He's not exactly proud of that.

So out into the night, sulking and skulking along with Lady in tow, the wolpertinger bounding around through the dark to bark and chase ghosts before they could get too close. He wasn't afraid of them himself, but they sent his senses haywire and that was really annoying. Lady, being a good swandog, often tries to help with that. Not always to much effect, but she works as a good warning system at least.

But her next bark changes, not the one she typically uses to mark ghosts, no this is something else. So Tony picks up his pace, letting out a sharp whistle to call her back, just in case it's something dangerous. People don't generally travel the road this late, so he figures the least he can do is investigate.

Hi magic buddy hope you don't mind a guy and his dog butting in do you?