Oblivious to his companion's internal worries about the blight, Ianto had put his foxy nose to the ground once more in the hope that he might pick up the trail he'd so recently lost. In the meantime, his ears flicked here and there in response to the calls from the squirrels, though he wisely kept his wits about him and resisted the calls further into the labyrinth. Symbiotic? he repeated. I mean, I've not seen any of the creatures you speak about in the Greatwood, so perhaps you're right.
Jigano was also right in that the discussion was perhaps best had outside the labyrinth, and so the red fox nodded and picked up the pace, now leading the way through the hedgerows. Well, nothing had come out to murder them yet apart from some hedges, so he was gaining his confidence little by little. Something new? he echoed, laughing. I am not so sure that makes us lucky, my friend. But it's true - maybe we'll discover a part of the maze that hasn't been touched yet!
Jigano was also right in that the discussion was perhaps best had outside the labyrinth, and so the red fox nodded and picked up the pace, now leading the way through the hedgerows. Well, nothing had come out to murder them yet apart from some hedges, so he was gaining his confidence little by little. Something new? he echoed, laughing. I am not so sure that makes us lucky, my friend. But it's true - maybe we'll discover a part of the maze that hasn't been touched yet!
