Ianto thought he'd been doing them a favour, damn. But it became very clear from where he was pinned with laser like precision within the trio of foxes, that he was not as welcome as he had assumed. Still, he didn't drop the fish, which still wiggled haphazardly in his jaws, and he blinked back at the white fox with eyes that grew very interested indeed as he caught the mental voice.
But I caught it... He countered - it was a weak counter, but whatever. Sorry, he said then, padding to the outcrop over the river. I'll let you get the credit. Without further ado his jaws opened, and the injured - but still living - fish went back into the waters with a satisfying plop!
But I caught it... He countered - it was a weak counter, but whatever. Sorry, he said then, padding to the outcrop over the river. I'll let you get the credit. Without further ado his jaws opened, and the injured - but still living - fish went back into the waters with a satisfying plop!
