Foxes and fish? Ianto was in. Okay, so there was something awfully familiar about an out-of-place white fox in the forest. It reminded him of a similarly coloured raven, back when all of the terrible shit had gone down, and he really hadn't had a chance yet to clear his name about that. (Amalia knew he was a good guy, though, and he assumed she had spread the word maybe possibly). Either way, his foxy brain was not interested in the politics of the Greatwood at present, and more focused on the fish swimming lazily in the Stonesong.
Indeed, as Jigano readied himself to pounce, Ianto would unceremoniously beat him to it; a red blur pouncing into the water at full tilt, startling the shit out of the other two foxes and causing them to scatter. Still, when Ianto emerged - fur soaked and matted against him, gold eyes bright - it was with a fat fish wiggling in his jaws. He gave a muffled yip of delight, paddling back to the bank so he might trot up and share his bounty with the white fox there.
Generous, was Ianto.
Stupid, too.
Indeed, as Jigano readied himself to pounce, Ianto would unceremoniously beat him to it; a red blur pouncing into the water at full tilt, startling the shit out of the other two foxes and causing them to scatter. Still, when Ianto emerged - fur soaked and matted against him, gold eyes bright - it was with a fat fish wiggling in his jaws. He gave a muffled yip of delight, paddling back to the bank so he might trot up and share his bounty with the white fox there.
Generous, was Ianto.
Stupid, too.
