The memory snow monster was a majestic monument to loneliness, melancholy in its grandeur but mindless in its meanderings. Jigano shivered at the reminder of how he had been such a creature so very recently: acting only on instinct, with no memory and no future. The white fox with the black-veined eyes crept across the snow to press against Melita 's legs as Isuma purred a greeting to Fangorn, the pair glad to see a couple of friendly faces among those gathered.
He watched the mighty creature retreat back into the white but his concern remained as to where it might be heading, and he trotted after it, following the tracks it made when the whiteness of the storm threatened to hide it from view. If it stayed in the Outskirts and didn't blunder into any farms that would be fine, but there was too much danger that it might try to plow through someone's home to leave it entirely unattended.
Just how a small fox and a even smaller gryphlet would turn aside such a massive construct he had no idea yet, but he was far from alone in this. He glanced over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Melita, Loren, and Remi, reassured that they would all help each other if anything more than watching and waiting needed to be done.
He watched the mighty creature retreat back into the white but his concern remained as to where it might be heading, and he trotted after it, following the tracks it made when the whiteness of the storm threatened to hide it from view. If it stayed in the Outskirts and didn't blunder into any farms that would be fine, but there was too much danger that it might try to plow through someone's home to leave it entirely unattended.
Just how a small fox and a even smaller gryphlet would turn aside such a massive construct he had no idea yet, but he was far from alone in this. He glanced over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Melita, Loren, and Remi, reassured that they would all help each other if anything more than watching and waiting needed to be done.
