"It's not normal behavior for them, this time of year," the bard said with a faint grimace, looking off into the trees. "At least, it wasn't normal on my world. One more thing that went wrong within the barrier, I suppose..." He shook his head, but raised it with a wan smile for the exuberance of his young friend, and wished her good speed as he set himself in order - a simple task, once Melita was out of sight, to shift to his four legged form and race through the woods to --
Home
-- Rory's farm. He nosed around near the fence posts, just far enough away to keep from bothering the hounds, and his muzzle wrinkled in worry as the fresh scent caught his attention. The wolf had been there recently, and it, too had sensed just how close it could come without alarming the guardians. Jigano didn't like how wily that made it, and he whined to himself, deep in his throat as he paced back up to the edge of the trees to await Melita and her bow.
Sitting still, his dark grey coat blended well into the loam-and-shadows, even in the early Leafchange shift towards brighter colors. An ear flicked at Fangorn, amused, but the gourd would soon find itself under assault of the cuddlier variety as Isuma made a pounce for her friend, looking for an excuse to play some more. That left Jigano free to lead Melita deeper into the woods as afternoon shadows stretched around them, the air growing decidedly cool away from the balmy autumn sunshine. The fox kept his nose to the ground, tracking their prey across earth still dry from Longheat's baking days. He glanced over his shoulder from time to time to make sure Melita was still with him--
And barked a warning as a trio of large pumpkins - and one very confused cucumber - burst from the underbrush behind them, bouncing and rolling towards Melita's tasty-looking ankles with malicious glee.
Home
-- Rory's farm. He nosed around near the fence posts, just far enough away to keep from bothering the hounds, and his muzzle wrinkled in worry as the fresh scent caught his attention. The wolf had been there recently, and it, too had sensed just how close it could come without alarming the guardians. Jigano didn't like how wily that made it, and he whined to himself, deep in his throat as he paced back up to the edge of the trees to await Melita and her bow.
Sitting still, his dark grey coat blended well into the loam-and-shadows, even in the early Leafchange shift towards brighter colors. An ear flicked at Fangorn, amused, but the gourd would soon find itself under assault of the cuddlier variety as Isuma made a pounce for her friend, looking for an excuse to play some more. That left Jigano free to lead Melita deeper into the woods as afternoon shadows stretched around them, the air growing decidedly cool away from the balmy autumn sunshine. The fox kept his nose to the ground, tracking their prey across earth still dry from Longheat's baking days. He glanced over his shoulder from time to time to make sure Melita was still with him--
And barked a warning as a trio of large pumpkins - and one very confused cucumber - burst from the underbrush behind them, bouncing and rolling towards Melita's tasty-looking ankles with malicious glee.
