there is always hope
If not for the utter tranquility of the area, it was unlikely that Ronin would have heard anyone coming. As it was, it was only the very faint crunch of paws on stone that had him turning his head to look, blue eyes widening a fraction at the sight of... well, it was clearly a fox, but never had he seen one so small, with ears so large.
"Well look at you," he murmured softly, not thinking for a moment that it could be an Attuned before him. "I'm no good for pouncing on, I don't think. Here, though - something for the attempt."
Reaching into the pack he had brought with him, he drew out some dried meat; mostly it was cloud manta, since they were apparently easy to hunt and absolutely delicious. Setting the meat down onto the stone beside him, he invited the little fox to partake.
"Well look at you," he murmured softly, not thinking for a moment that it could be an Attuned before him. "I'm no good for pouncing on, I don't think. Here, though - something for the attempt."
Reaching into the pack he had brought with him, he drew out some dried meat; mostly it was cloud manta, since they were apparently easy to hunt and absolutely delicious. Setting the meat down onto the stone beside him, he invited the little fox to partake.
