He hadn't expected to be answered, but the voice that rang back was familiar enough that the white fox sat bolt upright, eyes narrowing on surprise. Ianto! He should have recognized the scent, if not the face, of their cursed guide. He held in the instinctive growl with difficulty, remembering what Amalia had told him of the red fox, but finding it hard not to be vexed when the man insisted on making a nuisance of himself.
Caught what we had already worked to set up for our own ambush, Jigano pointed out coolly. But then, you know a few things about springing ambushes, don't you? And, apparently, stealing the work of other's paws! He watched Ianto pad towards the water with visible exasperation, and was barely able to set his pair of compelled companions to block the interloper's retreat should he try to disappear before he had to leap from his stone perch after the wounded creature Ianto would have left to bleed out in the water.
He might not have been strong, but he was precise and he landed with jaws closing around the injured fish, mouth filling with blood as his teeth sank between sparkling scales to sever the goldfish's spine. He carried it back to shore with an annoyed glare at his fellow Attuned, dropping it before one of his helpers and giving them permission to feast while he took dainty steps to a sun warmed rock to sit again and let his wet feet dry.
Are you not doing the Fae's bidding today? he asked, less charitable than he knew he should be, but still personally annoyed that Ianto had interrupted his carefully-laid plan.
Caught what we had already worked to set up for our own ambush, Jigano pointed out coolly. But then, you know a few things about springing ambushes, don't you? And, apparently, stealing the work of other's paws! He watched Ianto pad towards the water with visible exasperation, and was barely able to set his pair of compelled companions to block the interloper's retreat should he try to disappear before he had to leap from his stone perch after the wounded creature Ianto would have left to bleed out in the water.
He might not have been strong, but he was precise and he landed with jaws closing around the injured fish, mouth filling with blood as his teeth sank between sparkling scales to sever the goldfish's spine. He carried it back to shore with an annoyed glare at his fellow Attuned, dropping it before one of his helpers and giving them permission to feast while he took dainty steps to a sun warmed rock to sit again and let his wet feet dry.
Are you not doing the Fae's bidding today? he asked, less charitable than he knew he should be, but still personally annoyed that Ianto had interrupted his carefully-laid plan.
