Malicious? Well, perhaps not, but it had been rude. Why didn't you simply wait for us to finish what we had worked so hard to set up and then ask to join? the white fox shot back, exasperated. No one liked being upstaged - especially not a bard!
A blood-flecked white nose wrinkled as Ianto shook off, and Jigano's eyes narrowed all the way down to slits, but he didn't flinch away from the red fox's exuberant drying tactic. He waited until the other Attuned was done before licking his chops, washing the blood away with a diligent pink tongue and occasional swipe of a damp paw. The story that was offered matched what Amalia had said, and he gave a mental sigh of his own. He was still annoyed, and still didn't trust the other man, but his curiosity was piqued and it was hard not to let it get the better of him.
The dryad, he said, not a question but a statement. Amalia said something along those lines. And Remi warned a friend who warned me that we might be in over our heads. He couldn't grimace in fox-form, but he wrinkled his muzzle again before looking over at his second companion. Would you care to help us fish as a team this time? And while we do, I'd like to hear more about this fey woman of the forest. She helped lead us to the Fae village, and I suspect I'll be meeting her again, sooner or later. He stood and nodded to his compelled companion to join him as they waded back into the river, leaving the first fox muzzle-deep in the belly of the goldfish Ianto had caught and then released.
A blood-flecked white nose wrinkled as Ianto shook off, and Jigano's eyes narrowed all the way down to slits, but he didn't flinch away from the red fox's exuberant drying tactic. He waited until the other Attuned was done before licking his chops, washing the blood away with a diligent pink tongue and occasional swipe of a damp paw. The story that was offered matched what Amalia had said, and he gave a mental sigh of his own. He was still annoyed, and still didn't trust the other man, but his curiosity was piqued and it was hard not to let it get the better of him.
The dryad, he said, not a question but a statement. Amalia said something along those lines. And Remi warned a friend who warned me that we might be in over our heads. He couldn't grimace in fox-form, but he wrinkled his muzzle again before looking over at his second companion. Would you care to help us fish as a team this time? And while we do, I'd like to hear more about this fey woman of the forest. She helped lead us to the Fae village, and I suspect I'll be meeting her again, sooner or later. He stood and nodded to his compelled companion to join him as they waded back into the river, leaving the first fox muzzle-deep in the belly of the goldfish Ianto had caught and then released.
