Yes, much like that, the white fox agreed, pleased at the better analogy Ianto had come up with. He chewed the red fox's words much like he chewed his fishmeat, taking his time to sort through the flavors and picking his next questions - and next bite - with care. Ianto's patience with his questions only went so far, however, and Jigano paused when his companion got to his feet, giving a very forthright - and chilling - warning.
I... will keep that in mind, he murmured, a little stunned at the revelation of the collar and feeling his skin crawl just from seeing it. I am sorry... Sorry that Ianto had been caught in a trap far more dangerous and serious than even Jigano could have guessed without the warning just delivered. He watched his fellow fox trot away before rising himself, finding his appetite had gone sour in his belly. With a shake of his own to settle his fur he went to touch the noses of his compelled companions, offering them his gratitude before letting them go free. He had carcasses to descale and clean, and that was more easily done with human hands before he headed home to collect Isuma and prepare himself for meeting with a god.
I... will keep that in mind, he murmured, a little stunned at the revelation of the collar and feeling his skin crawl just from seeing it. I am sorry... Sorry that Ianto had been caught in a trap far more dangerous and serious than even Jigano could have guessed without the warning just delivered. He watched his fellow fox trot away before rising himself, finding his appetite had gone sour in his belly. With a shake of his own to settle his fur he went to touch the noses of his compelled companions, offering them his gratitude before letting them go free. He had carcasses to descale and clean, and that was more easily done with human hands before he headed home to collect Isuma and prepare himself for meeting with a god.
