She didn’t know of the turmoil that went on within Jigano. In Rexanna’s mind, he was simply a pale fox who perhaps belonged to someone to be so understanding of her commands. To not be fearful of humans, as well. But as she (in a way, rhetorically) asked him if he heard something, she looked around while Jigano’s ears twitched, and he gathered himself to jump toward her and circle her – growling to the east where Rexanna’s head now turned.
Then there was movement, and Rexanna squinted as if it might help her see better. At first, it looked like mud. But then, six of those same worms varying in sizes and lengths appeared from the mud. One, nearly the size of her. Her eyes widened and she stepped back for a moment, regarding the scene before her and the pale fox that stood on guard. “Shit.” She said, gripping onto her knife a bit harder.
Rexanna reached for the firework magic, but it felt empty after using her first large one ever. She grit her teeth and glanced to the fox. Suddenly, in her hand the simple knife became a longer, sharper survival knife of sorts. “Run, or fight? You choose.” She said to the fox, turning the larger knife in her hand slightly as if she were waiting. Her eyes slipped to the fox with a wicked gleam, wondering what he might pick.
Sure, there were large ones, but there were six of them. Between her and the fox, she imagined they could handle them so long as she didn’t get eaten.
Then there was movement, and Rexanna squinted as if it might help her see better. At first, it looked like mud. But then, six of those same worms varying in sizes and lengths appeared from the mud. One, nearly the size of her. Her eyes widened and she stepped back for a moment, regarding the scene before her and the pale fox that stood on guard. “Shit.” She said, gripping onto her knife a bit harder.
Rexanna reached for the firework magic, but it felt empty after using her first large one ever. She grit her teeth and glanced to the fox. Suddenly, in her hand the simple knife became a longer, sharper survival knife of sorts. “Run, or fight? You choose.” She said to the fox, turning the larger knife in her hand slightly as if she were waiting. Her eyes slipped to the fox with a wicked gleam, wondering what he might pick.
Sure, there were large ones, but there were six of them. Between her and the fox, she imagined they could handle them so long as she didn’t get eaten.
