Jigano didn't spend enough time in his foxform these days. He'd spent more in his dragonshape, learning to overcome the trepidation he'd felt after the Voice's divine restraints on that body, or in the form of a raven, making use of swift wings to travel from one place to the next. His fox shape, though, was the one that was most natural to him, the one he'd had since birth. Sometimes he had to go back to basics to find himself again, and that was why he had slipped away from his duties as Provost and his general meddling in the lives of friends and strangers to take some time to himself and just be for a bit, hunting mice and rabbits through the underbrush while Isuma scouted ahead for shiny new beetles to add to her collection.
He hadn't expected to come across a large cart left unattended, but the scent around it was familiar, even when human footprints became bear pawprints. Curiosity had always been his downfall, and would likely be the death of him, so though he could have given the General a wide berth today, he instead chose to pad after, wondering what the stoic warrior was up to. It was their way, somehow, to always be there to assist in each other's projects and undertakings, some days closer, other days more distant. If Deimos didn't need his help he could be on his way, but if the other man could use a helping paw...
Well, that's what Jigano was there for, as Deimos had been there for him before.
What he hadn't expected was to reach an odd collection of animals already gathered. The bear and the cat he knew. Deimos, Oliver, good to see you, he called through the bond as he stepped into the little clearing with them, white fur harder to hide in summer. He thought he'd heard Sunjata's voice, too...
New shift, Flood? he asked cautiously, looking up at the raven perched above them, not yet seeing the bat hidden in the leaves and mistaking Sunjata for the newcomer (Rance) in the confusion. Isuma wasn't so sure, however, the gryphlet alighting on a nearby branch and watching the big black bird with cautious curiosity but no recognition.
He hadn't expected to come across a large cart left unattended, but the scent around it was familiar, even when human footprints became bear pawprints. Curiosity had always been his downfall, and would likely be the death of him, so though he could have given the General a wide berth today, he instead chose to pad after, wondering what the stoic warrior was up to. It was their way, somehow, to always be there to assist in each other's projects and undertakings, some days closer, other days more distant. If Deimos didn't need his help he could be on his way, but if the other man could use a helping paw...
Well, that's what Jigano was there for, as Deimos had been there for him before.
What he hadn't expected was to reach an odd collection of animals already gathered. The bear and the cat he knew. Deimos, Oliver, good to see you, he called through the bond as he stepped into the little clearing with them, white fur harder to hide in summer. He thought he'd heard Sunjata's voice, too...
New shift, Flood? he asked cautiously, looking up at the raven perched above them, not yet seeing the bat hidden in the leaves and mistaking Sunjata for the newcomer (Rance) in the confusion. Isuma wasn't so sure, however, the gryphlet alighting on a nearby branch and watching the big black bird with cautious curiosity but no recognition.
