RONIN
Whilst, as Remi had helpfully pointed out, the Luxere was a prey-animal, Ronin had found that his senses were even more impeccable as a result. His nose let him follow the scent of water, and he seemed to know by the sound of the wind alone the direction of the Stonesong, the Hollowed Grounds and all that was attached to it.
Granted, that also meant that he caught the movements of something nearby in the grass. Flicking an ear towards the noise, Ronin paused in his path through the woodland to survey the area. It didn't smell like wolf, but... well, it was familiar in a way that he couldn't quite understand just now.
Then, spotting something fluffy and tan in the grass, he tilted his great, antlered head. Do I know you? he asked the little fox.
Granted, that also meant that he caught the movements of something nearby in the grass. Flicking an ear towards the noise, Ronin paused in his path through the woodland to survey the area. It didn't smell like wolf, but... well, it was familiar in a way that he couldn't quite understand just now.
Then, spotting something fluffy and tan in the grass, he tilted his great, antlered head. Do I know you? he asked the little fox.
