He wondered if maybe he had over reacted.

A small wince crossed the young god's face as he curled up at the base of the large tree he had been calling home for the past few days, gingerly pulling his injured arm onto his lap. He would've felt a great deal more at ease higher up in the branches, but he lacked both the power and the motivation to even attempt to change forms, let alone fly back up there. Not to mention his arm hurt more than enough even when he wasn't trying to move it.

He had over reacted, hadn't he? Horus sighed to himself as he slumped heavily against the tree trunk and stared blankly up at what little sky peeked through the leaves. Well, to late to do anything about it now. He wasn't up for another treck back to the city, and he was confident enough that even if Apollo did manage to track him to Adana, he wouldn't find him. It was a surprisingly large area, with dozens of smaller towns housing hundreds of parks exactly like this one. Even he would see trying to find the younger man was a waste of effort.