What kind of fuckery was this?! Her eyes widened when the foxes gathered the sticks and then placed them, taking time to create a perfect cross. They then began to dig a hole next to it. While a fox digging a hole wasn't necessarily unusual, everything else certainly was! And the whole while the white fox remained still, sitting and watching the other two go about their work. Was it some kind of spirit? Was this some kind of ritual? Patton had no idea. But she was going to find out.
There was so much she didn't know about this world. Locke had always been so reserved with everything. There was so much he had never told her. He always said it was to protect her, but she knew that was bullshit. He only ever wanted to protect himself. But from what, she didn't know. However, she had encountered the occasional spirit growing up. They had always been violent and angry, but they could cause the local fauna to behave oddly. It was the most obvious way to know that a spirit was in the area back home. Patton was preparing to be extremely cautious, she didn't want to invite a spirits wrath.
Gently picking up her half eaten meal, she stashed it in a small crevasse in the trunk of the tree she was sitting in. Opening her dark wings, the owl silently glided through the air. She drifted over the group, looking at the trio. It was just so strange. What could make them behave in this way? After a circle above them, she continued on to the other side of the clearing, gracefully landing on a branch in a tree opposite where she had been before. From here she could see the front of the white fox. If it was some kind of spirit, she hoped to be able to find out from here.
There was so much she didn't know about this world. Locke had always been so reserved with everything. There was so much he had never told her. He always said it was to protect her, but she knew that was bullshit. He only ever wanted to protect himself. But from what, she didn't know. However, she had encountered the occasional spirit growing up. They had always been violent and angry, but they could cause the local fauna to behave oddly. It was the most obvious way to know that a spirit was in the area back home. Patton was preparing to be extremely cautious, she didn't want to invite a spirits wrath.
Gently picking up her half eaten meal, she stashed it in a small crevasse in the trunk of the tree she was sitting in. Opening her dark wings, the owl silently glided through the air. She drifted over the group, looking at the trio. It was just so strange. What could make them behave in this way? After a circle above them, she continued on to the other side of the clearing, gracefully landing on a branch in a tree opposite where she had been before. From here she could see the front of the white fox. If it was some kind of spirit, she hoped to be able to find out from here.
