it's not what it looks like
A fox needed no blanket, and it was a fox that appeared to watch the sun rise. Ianto padded around the outskirts of the little gathering to find an innocuous space within the long grasses. There, he tucked himself up and wrapped his tail about himself, becoming a perfect red ball of fur in the semi-darkness.
With golden eyes only half open, Ianto listened rather than watched, awaiting the arrival of the dawn and the inevitable crescendo to the festival. Once that was over, he could finally take his leave and go back into the woods, where he belonged.
With golden eyes only half open, Ianto listened rather than watched, awaiting the arrival of the dawn and the inevitable crescendo to the festival. Once that was over, he could finally take his leave and go back into the woods, where he belonged.
