The gray fox looked at Melita with a hint of skepticism for her reassurance, but he sat back in renewed silence to watch her tend to the wound. With the blood washed away and not just smeared across her skin it really did look better than he feared, and he gave a small wag of his bushy brush as she finished tying off the bandaging over the minor punctures. He barked approving agreement as she rose again, ready as ever to set out on their adventure, and he turned to lead the way once more.
Isuma stayed close to Melita's side after that, a small and fluffy protector, helping Fangorn guard his mistress. The gourds didn't make a reappearance as Jigano's nose sniffed through the underbrush, following the wolf's trail through fallen leaves and dappled sunlight. It was a trail that meandered and, once, ended in tufts of rabbit fur and blood stains that were still tacky. The fox's hackles rose at that, and he shot Melita a warning glance to walk softly as his own movements became stealthier and more cautious.
The trail led to a small clearing, and in that clearing, a small house. The construction was sturdy, but the shutters had blown loose from one of the windows and one hung forlornly upside down from its last hinge. There was no sign of movement or smoke from the chimney, but a fresh wolf's pawprint, large and deep, marred the damp earth where a garden plot now held only dying weeds. The grey fox crouched, fur puffing out over its body as lips pulled back from shining ivory teeth in a silent snarl, eyes locked on the cottage.
Isuma stayed close to Melita's side after that, a small and fluffy protector, helping Fangorn guard his mistress. The gourds didn't make a reappearance as Jigano's nose sniffed through the underbrush, following the wolf's trail through fallen leaves and dappled sunlight. It was a trail that meandered and, once, ended in tufts of rabbit fur and blood stains that were still tacky. The fox's hackles rose at that, and he shot Melita a warning glance to walk softly as his own movements became stealthier and more cautious.
The trail led to a small clearing, and in that clearing, a small house. The construction was sturdy, but the shutters had blown loose from one of the windows and one hung forlornly upside down from its last hinge. There was no sign of movement or smoke from the chimney, but a fresh wolf's pawprint, large and deep, marred the damp earth where a garden plot now held only dying weeds. The grey fox crouched, fur puffing out over its body as lips pulled back from shining ivory teeth in a silent snarl, eyes locked on the cottage.
