It wasn't long before he found them again, and as usual Vice heard them long before they would have come into his 'view'. The strange, invisible string that seemed to connect him to this specific party of adventurers was something he'd never experienced before.. yet, he still looked forward to their 'appearance' each and every time. The fact that he could identify them by their hoofsteps before even scenting them was.. maybe borderline stalkerish, if he was honest. He was still fairly certain the other two, Jester and Sundown, had no idea he even existed.. but he heard the hesitation in the strange heraldics steps when they passed his hiding place. Scented the shift in the other coursers mood: it was citrus, like always, but something warm and spicy flooded his nostrils.

Then, they were gone, following the others down a dimly lit passageway.

His last encounter with them had left him a little shaken.. How they'd known he was there to begin with? He was certain he'd masked his own scent well enough, but.. that strange ability to notice him even while he was doing his best to hide.. that was truly unnerving. Theirs was the only name he'd not heard spoken aloud, so he still had no idea what to refer to them as. Dream horse? That sounded.. strange, even to himself.

Vice shadowed them every step of the corridor - far enough away that he was still certain he was undetected, but close enough as not to lose their scent trails. Things had been going well for a while, better than usual, until the rumbling started. Vice had felt it before he heard it, battling the urge to charge ahead and find out what was in store.. or backtrack, fade into the shadows once more - leaving these coursers to their inevitable fate. They weren't his party, they didn't even know he existed. Well.. One knew. Maybe one knowing was enough. Despite the rumbling, he cautiously continued forward: flank to the wall so he didn't lose his positioning. It was only when the water started to rush down the tunnel that he realized he was in a lot deeper than he'd thought.

Within moments, it was up to his knees. The sound of rushing water was disorienting and he lost his footing, slipping on the now slick stone and mud. He'd expected to crash right into the water, but instead hit something very warm and very solid. Vice was certain could feel the weight of those golden eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" Sundown.

"Watch your mouth!" Jester snapped, and Vice felt a little too open.. quite vulnerable, in fact. He felt her turn to him, "We don't have time, let's go!"

Sundown apparently couldn't resist adding: "Come with us if you want to live, pal!"

With that, he heard them splashing down the passageway. Vice flicked his ears in annoyance, though it faded quickly when something long and soft touched the back of his legs: transitioning to panic instead. Instinct made him kick out, but that warm feeling of amusement was back and he realized it was the heraldics long, agile tail gently steering him forward. The water was at their chests now, and Vice had the sinking feeling that they'd be swimming before long. The heraldic was unhurried however, moving at whatever pace Vice seemed to set and keeping perfect pace. Must've been nice to be tall.

From somewhere up ahead, Sundown yelled again. "Tarnished, grab the blind dude and let's go!"

Tarnished? Like.. silver.

How fitting.

It was the last thought he had before the water ripped them apart.