Snowstorms were often a time of calm joy to the white fox, the weather keeping most non-furred things from walking through the world while he trotted through the freshly fallen snow like a wraith. The blight had taken that happiness from him, but when it clawed at his heart and stole his tongue he couldn't stay indoors with Rory, either. So he had slipped out the door and into the white, shrinking down to a more discreet size as Isuma followed him out into the storm, padding worriedly at his heels.
He paused to cough up a wad of black phlegm, spitting it out with disgust when the roar echoed through the Outskirts, and his head came up sharply, nose and ears twitching as he sought its source. Trouble? Trouble that might come towards the farmstead if it wasn't stopped, and he bounded swiftly towards the source of the commotion, pushing his body in spite of the shakiness of his paws. Isuma half-ran, half-flew in his wake, peeping her excitement even before they broke free of the trees and came to a halt in a puff of powdery snow at the great beast that lumbered along like a creature of legend.
The fox stared, blue-black eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. A few others had already arrived, he noted, but for the moment he stayed to himself as he watched the memory-snow-forged creature lumber peacefully along.
He paused to cough up a wad of black phlegm, spitting it out with disgust when the roar echoed through the Outskirts, and his head came up sharply, nose and ears twitching as he sought its source. Trouble? Trouble that might come towards the farmstead if it wasn't stopped, and he bounded swiftly towards the source of the commotion, pushing his body in spite of the shakiness of his paws. Isuma half-ran, half-flew in his wake, peeping her excitement even before they broke free of the trees and came to a halt in a puff of powdery snow at the great beast that lumbered along like a creature of legend.
The fox stared, blue-black eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. A few others had already arrived, he noted, but for the moment he stayed to himself as he watched the memory-snow-forged creature lumber peacefully along.
