Jigano relaxed, hackles lowering as Fangorn worked his diplomatic magic on his people and it looked as though they would escape unscathed from the ambush. Isuma peeped happy support of her friend, admiring his gourdly strut and then trying to imitate it - no easy task with six limbs to coordinate in place of Fangorn's zero!
The grey fox had just begun to turn and put his nose back to the trail when Melita hissed in pain or anger and he jumped around, fur a-bristle, growling at whatever threat had caught his friend off-guard. The cucumber attached to her leg didn't stay long, not as summer's daughter sent it on an all-expenses-paid flight to anywhere else. It's tinny screech of anger at being denied its rightful vengeance against the biped oppression that was to last another day could be heard for long seconds as it arced into the distance, until a distant crackle of branches indicated it had landed and become a problem for some other area of the Woods.
The copper tang of fresh blood was a distraction from the wolf's older spoor, however, and the fox whimpered sympathetically as he padded over to nose at Melita's hand worriedly. Isuma joined them a moment later, and the pair looked up at the autumn-haired warrior with matching concern, sitting back almost in tandem to wait until she had tended the wound with more than just a swipe of skin over skin.
The grey fox had just begun to turn and put his nose back to the trail when Melita hissed in pain or anger and he jumped around, fur a-bristle, growling at whatever threat had caught his friend off-guard. The cucumber attached to her leg didn't stay long, not as summer's daughter sent it on an all-expenses-paid flight to anywhere else. It's tinny screech of anger at being denied its rightful vengeance against the biped oppression that was to last another day could be heard for long seconds as it arced into the distance, until a distant crackle of branches indicated it had landed and become a problem for some other area of the Woods.
The copper tang of fresh blood was a distraction from the wolf's older spoor, however, and the fox whimpered sympathetically as he padded over to nose at Melita's hand worriedly. Isuma joined them a moment later, and the pair looked up at the autumn-haired warrior with matching concern, sitting back almost in tandem to wait until she had tended the wound with more than just a swipe of skin over skin.
