Clever and cunning the two foxes might be, but it appeared neither were entirely on form today. Perhaps it was the cold or the chill of the blight in all its glory before them, but Ianto couldn't twist out of the way of Jigano in time. So instead he dropped the rose into his other hand, letting the white canine sink his fangs deeply into the wrist that had been holding it originally.
Biting back a cry of pain and surprise, Ianto stumbled back into the snow, landing hard on his back. He didn't know if the fox would dart back again now that it had found its target, or try to tear his damned hand off. Either way, he reached up with the rose now, trying to prick a paw or a muzzle with it where the fur was less thick.
Biting back a cry of pain and surprise, Ianto stumbled back into the snow, landing hard on his back. He didn't know if the fox would dart back again now that it had found its target, or try to tear his damned hand off. Either way, he reached up with the rose now, trying to prick a paw or a muzzle with it where the fur was less thick.
