Adder scraped a fingernail against the table beside him, restless and caught in the unfamiliar territory of an actual conversation. Unlike his growly companion, though, his nails in this form were only as sharp as a human's (not that his wolf form had sharp claws either, but they were bulkier and more durable) and he left no mark at all. He could barely even hear the sound beyond what eased up his arm.

"Knowing people isn't my goal," he said vaguely, still very much picking and choosing to what he responded only to mutter something on impulse. "Avoiding people is." Or, more accurately in this particular scenario, using one group of people to avoid someone else.

He needed to change the subject. Get the hybrid talking about something else. Something less about him. "Do you know when it's quietest around here?" Useful and a subject change. Look at him, being all conversationally savvy!

From the sound of it, Adder was particularly introverted. The only reason Tyson was avoiding people was his mutation made it hard to be around them. "Hrrrrr doooesn't haaave tooo beee ahhhh goaaal," he said, trying to find some sort of compromise, "rrrrr Juuussst, goood toooo haaaaveee frrrrrrriiends frrrrrrroom tiiime toooo tiiiime." As it stood, Adder was in a much better position to make friends, since he could look normal whenever he wanted, but beyond that, he felt everyone needed support now and again, and it was probably no fun having to rely on yourself all the time, and he imagined it probably left Adder somewhat jaded.

Adder's question about quiet places was actually Tyson's forte at the moment. Having had to deal with the noisy hallways and students, he had found several places that were usually deserted enough to qualify as 'quiet' at least from an oversensitive hearing and nose stand point. He had to know places he could get to to clear his head when a bell rand and the halls became crowded so was quite faniliar with what places were best durring what times. "Grrrrrr Knoooow a feeeew plaaaces, coooould shoooow yoooou."he said, knowing it would likely be easier then trying to explain with his unreliable mouth. After getting past his initial annoyance, he found Adder to be... well rough around the edges, but he was getting used to him. He wasn't feeling quite as territorial anymore. Strange.

Do things, complex things, without a reason? Adder's momentary good feeling about his conversation skills vanished and left him doubting it had ever existed. How could it? He was almost painfully aware of the difference between knowing how to talk and being comfortable talking to people at times. Some of those times were more rational than others. Like now.

At least he didn't have to explain how he knew that friends were just people who hadn't stabbed you in the back yet - not as unpleasant as it sounded; it was learned from watching rather than experiencing, since Adder was hardly trusting enough to get into that position - and he leaned forward when the hybrid started to answer. Quiet places!

And then slid off the chair, initial movement to catch himself with four feet -

and, uh, final movement. Adder held very still for a moment before his tail relaxed a notch. This worked. It wasn't what he'd been planning - he'd just been planning going and quickly, though to be fair that did normally lead to shifting into this form. He tilted his head towards the door, trying to encourage the hybrid to take the lead.

Oh! And in this form he didn't have to answer any more questions. That was a relief.

The sudden transformation caught Tyson off guard, and on reflex he steeled himself for his enevitable lapse of control. Last time he had met Adder in wolf form, he had almost bitten his face off. He still felt guilty about it, so he didn't want to go at him again. However, after a moment of stiffening his muscles up in preparation for what he thought would be a huge urge to jump at another wolf and chase him off... Nothing? Well, not exactly, he felt the wolf in him feel something, but he wasn't sure what. It wasn't however trying to get him to tear Adder apart, so that was something good. He did wonder why, since he had been so ready to take out a bite over food just moments ago. He looked at the plate... Which was now devoid of any more meat. Perhaps he had gone overboard on that, but he tried not to think about it to much least he throw up again like last time.

Added was looking at him expectantly, he assumed he was wanting him to show him some quiet places. His hands and face still had blood on them; so he quickly grabbed the hand cloth and did his best to wipe himself clean, at least enough where he didn't look like he was coming out of a werewolf movie. "Hrrrrr thhiss waaay," he said, pointing to the hall. He supposed this constituted a tour on his part, though he'd never had thought he'd be in me to give one. We'll not an exact tour, just the quiet spots, so the library, green house, and a few of the little hideaways that were sometimes devoid of people at certain times of the day. It was the least he could do for a broth... Wait no, friend, that was weird, why had he thought brother? Maybe he was tired, not thinking straight, he would have to go to bed after this. He decided he should show the greenhouse, since it was usually empty unless Xavia was teaching a class. It was probably the best starting place, and it had a nice view of the night sky, if you were into that type of thing.

Adder braced a little bit at the hybrid's tensing, whether or not he'd ever admit it, but the moment passed without incident. All right all right time to get moving. The whole point was to move. They needed to go, not stay here. His ears strained, ready to catch the sound of approaching feet, some whisper that they were going to be intruded upon before they could move onwards. Been here too long, had to keep moving, had to find somewhere to take shelter from the barely-distant chaos.

A little huff, not quite snort, not quite exhalation, not quite any one thing, slipped out of his chest when the other wolf pointed out the direction. His tail lifted and his step was rather spry, considering that his stomach was weighted with meat, good meat, and his senses still strained for the slightest hint of warning. Onwards to the quiet places!

He poked his head out the indicated doorway first, confirming his nose's reassurance that there wasn't anyone out there, and then trotted into the hallway with a quick glance back over his shoulder.

Where next? The hallway was definitely not a quiet place.

Tyson continued down the hallway, trying to order his thoughts in the best way to get his points across to Adder in the fewest words possible. He got the picture that Adder was not a talker, which was fair enough, neither was he at the moment, maybe more then Adder, but still not much. "Hrrrrr haaalls, arrrrre nooooiseey durrrring daaay," he said, thinking of the fact that the students usually packed them between class, "rrrrr uuuuse wiiindooows as escaaaape rrrrrouute." The windows were usually unlocked, so they made for quick getaway points when caught when the bells rung.

When he passed by the library, he stopped for a moment, "hrrrrr librrrrraaaaarrrrry, haaas peeeoppllle, hrrrrr but morrrre quieeeet theeeen haaallls," People usually studied in the library, so there was considerably less talking. It was full of scents, but it was an emergency haven if he had no other choice. He somehow doubted that Adder would use it as a quiet space if he really avoided people as much as he could, but it was at least better then nothing.

Halls noisy. Noted and noticed, for all that this one was quiet for the moment. Being in this one was low-key stressful already; the only routes he saw out were forwards and back, and if strangers flooded in he would be -

Unlocked windows? Adder veered over to one to check, although he didn't touch it now. He could drop that far without an issue. Heck, he could drop a lot farther if he had to. It would be worth it to keep from being trapped. Being trapped was very, very bad, and the risk of it alone was incredibly stressful.

He eyed the library, but didn't put it on his mental list of refuges. There were still people there. From the look of it, a lot of people. It wasn't noise he was looking to avoid. It was mostly the people. Okay, it was all the people and also some particular aspects of people being there.

People as a whole were not his thing. 

Could they keep moving?  Adder leaned down the hallway, not quite taking the lead but being quite blunt in his request to move onwards.  He wanted somewhere people didn't go, not places people didn't talk.  Places with no people.

As Tyson watched Adder, it seemed like his body language spoke to a more primal part of his consciousness, something more instinctual then knowledge based. Adder seemed like he was uninterested in the library and wanted to move on, something of an impatience in his stance and movements. He probably wanted some place without people at all, considering his more introverted personality. He couldn't really blame him, he felt that way a lot nowadays. He figured he should probably go strait for the green house then, it was mostly empty, save Xavia and her class at times, but it was empty most of the time and one could just hang out outside of it if they didn't want to be bothered, and being outside it gave access to the rest of the grounds.

Tyson moved to a window and pushed it open. It was the quickest route really, and Adder looked uncomfortable enough walking through the halls. A bit of fresh air would probably do them both some good. He jumped out and landed on all fours with a practiced ease. He had jumped out enough times to where it was becoming second nature. He then looked up to the window for Adder to see if he would follow, ready to play catch if it turned out he couldn't jump the distance.

They were moving! Adder's tail waved in a brief flicker of actual positive emotion, although he couldn't have named it if he were to try, and he was on Tyson's heels all the way to the window.

Window? Were they jumping out now?

They were!

Okay then. Out the window it was! Adder backed up once the hybrid had gone through, assessing the height of the sill and the remembered distance outside. Height of the opening, and width, were not a problem. He crouched a bit, tail still with concentration, then took a quick few steps and sprang through the open window.

Ground was a bit farther down here than the window he'd peered through before. What was more concerning, though, was that the other wolf was still kind of on the way. Idiot! Adder kicked back, trying to catch the outer sill or part of the wall in order to launch himself farther, but he only grazed the edge with his claw tips. Not enough to drive him past.

And it had been such a nice, clean jump. He'd land fine if Tyson got out of the way, but he wasn't inclined to trust people to get out of his way.

At first Tyson thought the wolf was jumping to him, which he would have expected since the height they had been at may have been a bit much for normal people, maybe even for normal wolves. However, as he watched, Adders body language clicked into his wolf mind as more of a confident jump combined with a sudden panic over landing space. He got the distinct impression that he should move. He took a short leap back, his reflexes enough to get him well out of the way before the wolf hit him.

Adder was, uh, very glad to see realization spread across the other wolf's furry mug, but especially when that led to enough space to land. He appreciated space, and not faceplanting people. How could faceplanting people be good.

His front paws took the ground first, as he intended, and then his entire body compressed to absorb the impact. A little hard on his shoulders but not too bad, and then his rear paws were on the ground and he was stable.

His relief was casual now, and Adder gestured with his head to continue onwards. Maybe not through more windows like that, although he'd certainly survive and not even really be worse for wear for it, but that was more a case of jumping out of windows requiring being inside. Inside was feeling too crowded and blocked in right now, so why would he want to go back in?

Elsewhere!

The grounds were dark save for the outdoor lights that illuminated paths and the building. Tyson hadn't really wandered the place at night, he hadn't had a reason too, usually at most he would go around the halls when he couldn't sleep. He didn't really have any trouble navigating in the dark, his new form adapted for dark conditions. For some reason it felt... comforting out here. But he didn't really think much into it, he was likely just wanting some fresh air anyway. Adder was showing he wanted to move on, so he began a steady pace towards the greenhouse, soon falling to all fours to take larger bounds. He had adjusted somewhat to transitioning between bipedal and quadruped travel, his flight or fight reaction often ended with him on all fours anyway, so it was becoming somewhat second nature, and he found he could cover more distance then he could walking upright.

The greenhouse was dark, save a few outdoor floodlights, but was deserted and quiet. The scents that wafted from the building were very floral. Xavia grew a lot of things here, and Roses seemed among her favorites. While the greenhouse had lingering scents of people, the flora dominated and overshadowed the scents, making it feel much more natural in comparison. Beyond the greenhouse there was the rest of the grounds, he could see the treeline from here where the tended grass changed into the woods, the scent of decomposition and old earthy scents from it a good contrast to the flora from the greenhouse. "hrrrrr, mooooostly noooo peoooople herrrrrrre," he said, hoping that this was more towards what Adder was looking for. If nothing else the woods out back were practically deserted.

Shoulders rolling smoothly as he walked, Adder gradually relaxed more with each press of his paws into the ground. The balance of scents and sounds was so much better out here. The flow of air was always better outside, its temperature and feel. Not that he felt the wind the way he did in his human form, since barely-haired skin was so much more sensitive to it than a full winter pelt, but still.

His own pace quickened to keep up with his companion, at first trying to make an easy lope work but eventually giving up and just running.

Why was he running?

Because the other was?

That wasn't much of a reason.

He ran anyway, thoughts coming in lazy bursts at the rate of his stretching footsteps. It felt good to stretch, to move like this.

And then he caught the floral scent that indicated 'greenhouse' and sneezed hard enough to make himself miss a step and nearly trip. Nearly, but not quite. He knew where his feet were too well for that. He turned it into a trot, and moved around the building, poking his face into corners and just generally investigating. There wasn't really any haste to his movement, and his tail was actually at a rather jaunty angle.

He abruptly turned back towards the other wolf and nodded his head, a faint rumbly hrrruf trying to express a suitably small part of his satisfaction.

Adder's body language had seemed become more relaxed and.... was he happy? The impression his tail gave suggested something positive. Tyson wasn't entirely sure how he was picking these, he hadn't really studies animals, but it seemed it was triggering automatically. It was probably something to do with his animal side, and the fact that they were both pretty much wolves. While the fact that this probebly pointed at him being even more animal then he thought was depressing, he couldn't help but also feel some sort of satisfaction in Adder being in a more positive mood.

It was a weird effect being out here at the moment. He didn't know if it was the time or day, the company, or the way the woods looked right now. Maybe it was a combination of them all, but something felt natural about this. Honestly though that scared him more then anything else, it made him feel like he was more animal then person, that unconciously he wanted to be an animal. He wondered if at some point he would lose himself completely and just disappear into beast inside him.

He had a paradoxical feeling of comfort and paranoia. Even though his body wanted to relax, his mind was tense. He was just cycling through the same worries that plagued him since his change. He tried to think of something else. Adder seemed satisfied with this change of venue, he was probably feeling something alone the same lines as he was. How did he deal with it and not lose himself? Since they had met he seemed just... chill. As he thought about it, he didn't think he had even bothered with asking for a name from him. Maybe it didn't matter to him, but he felt bad that he hadn't introduced himself. True he had a lot going on, but still. "Hrrrrr my naaame isss Tyson," he said.

Adder wasn't really paying any attention to his companion as he investigated, although he never truly ignored someone's presence - that just wasn't a good choice to make when survival was the ultimate goal. He just didn't pay the upright wolf much mind at all until he happened to turn back and noticed the hybrid watching him.

And then the other wolf offered up his name unbidden, and Adder actually wondered what was going on in Tyson's head. Usually his interest in other people's thoughts was limited to figuring out their motivations and threat levels, what risk they were to him. This was more of a 'why choose now for name-sharing?' After all, Adder had long since answered when Tyson had asked him, and they'd run into each other again but the other wolf hadn't led with introducing himself. If that had been his intent, why hadn't he done it sooner?

Ugh, too much thinking, and now his feet were at risk of getting cold. He hadn't been planning on shifting. Sheesh. Still, now he could sound the name, taste it and feel the shape of it. "Tyson," he repeated absently, rising from his crouch and returning to poking around. "Why now?"