Rory's last touch was a comforting memory to take into the hunt, and the disgruntled fox trotted over the snow until the quiet of the morning and the nearby presence of two people he did like soothed him and settled his mood. He only wished he could provide more assistance, but his nose failed even in that. Still... it wasn't so bad, walking with his friends in the woods like this, even if the hunt failed.
But then Remi found something, or so Vervain said, and he followed the humans much as he had all morning - a little ways off to the side, paralleling their path but letting them lead him to the prey they sought. His nose worked constantly, seeking the scent he'd been promised, but the breeze was light at best, the air nearly still.
There--
He glanced over to his friend and the huntress, seeing where they were headed and then-- he broke wide, four paws moving in graceful synchronicity as he slipped into the skeletal underbrush, pattering silently over the snow, head and tail held low as he - harmless little fox that he was - circled the small herd. Just another denizen of the forest on a mousehunt, nothing to concern their antlered heads with--
Two white ears slowly lifted from behind a snowy log, followed by a little black nose and two sharp blue eyes. Jigano tilted his head, finding where Rory and Vervain had set themselves, still and ready in the growing light of sunrise. His tail floofed out in eagerness and then, with a sharp back of alarm, he leaped out from behind the log and charged the deer, a ferocious snarl that was half-laugh on his grinning canine face as he tried to scare them towards his two packmates.
But then Remi found something, or so Vervain said, and he followed the humans much as he had all morning - a little ways off to the side, paralleling their path but letting them lead him to the prey they sought. His nose worked constantly, seeking the scent he'd been promised, but the breeze was light at best, the air nearly still.
There--
He glanced over to his friend and the huntress, seeing where they were headed and then-- he broke wide, four paws moving in graceful synchronicity as he slipped into the skeletal underbrush, pattering silently over the snow, head and tail held low as he - harmless little fox that he was - circled the small herd. Just another denizen of the forest on a mousehunt, nothing to concern their antlered heads with--
Two white ears slowly lifted from behind a snowy log, followed by a little black nose and two sharp blue eyes. Jigano tilted his head, finding where Rory and Vervain had set themselves, still and ready in the growing light of sunrise. His tail floofed out in eagerness and then, with a sharp back of alarm, he leaped out from behind the log and charged the deer, a ferocious snarl that was half-laugh on his grinning canine face as he tried to scare them towards his two packmates.
