Panting and confused and trying to roll to his feet, Ianto knew all at once that it was definitely Jigano. Even without the response, the shake of the head, the knowledge that the other fox had been infected with the blight, the attack on him and his roses... it all made sense. And so, prowling back to stand protectively over the basket, Ianto watched his fellow Attuned with obvious caution. Swiftly, he shifted back to his human shape, coppery hair a ruffled mess, dirt and a few scrapes covering his face and hands.
"Jigano," he said again, slowly and firmly to stop the tremor in his voice. It was a small white fox with all the strength and vicious nature of the blight, and he was a coward. You're damned right he was scared of this. Still, his fingers found one of the roses in the basket, working around the stem so he could keep the thorns on show as he lifted it up.
"You want this, huh? Come on then."
"Jigano," he said again, slowly and firmly to stop the tremor in his voice. It was a small white fox with all the strength and vicious nature of the blight, and he was a coward. You're damned right he was scared of this. Still, his fingers found one of the roses in the basket, working around the stem so he could keep the thorns on show as he lifted it up.
"You want this, huh? Come on then."
