Heads on a science apart

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ianto let out a yip of appreciation as he was cradled in the crook of Remi's arm, lolling into the alchemist and kicking a leg happily at the fingers that plunged into the soft, white fur of his belly. Out there, he confirmed again, wiggling and rolling out of Remi's arms and back into the snow. Ianto bounded a few steps, leaving tiny, deep pawprints, before he glanced over his shoulder to the other shapechanger. It didn't hurt me, he said simply, as if that was all the proof he required. In moments, where a fox had been standing, a copper haired merchant rose to his feet in the vulpine's place. Ianto's green eyes gleamed with warmth, and he held out a hand to Remi. "Come on," he said. "I'll show you where it's safe to cross."