Usually the leggy white fox hunted the woodlands when he needed a late dinner to fill his belly. He did so less often now that Vervain served him food at the Rathskeller, but he'd grown oddly accustomed to keeping his animal senses keen and instincts sharp since arriving on Caido, and he didn't want to let all that practice go to waste.
Besides, there was a special kind of hunting to do in the wintertime, in flat, open areas. The kind that foxes excelled at, which took quite a lot of practice... and which was, unfortunately, far from dignified. Two mice had already escaped him, but this time as he crouched, ears perked forward to follow the squeaking beneath the snow, Jigano thought he had his aim down perfectly. He waited for his moment, motionless and nearly quivering with excitement.
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
Softly, quietly, the snow crunched a little ways away. The fox was already still but now he froze, nose working to catch what the breeze could blow, and ears tilting slowly, slowly, to catch the sound again.
Paws, larger than a fox's dainty feet, moved over the top of the crust. A dark form paced in the night, undeniably canine - wolf, the scent read - but alone. Strain his senses though he might, Jigano could find no sign of the rest of a pack. A lone wolf then, but... one so large?
Once it was safely past the little fox he rose, little by little, to watch where it tread. He hadn't gone far enough to see the tracks before, but when he went to sniff the wolf's trail he found them. They were... strange. Unfamiliar.
A mystery.
Whiskers quivering, contemplating the wisdom of his choice, he eventually erred on the side of curiosity. Moving low to the ground, as silently and smoothly as he knew how, the little fox followed in the wolf's wake, far enough back to hopefully not be spotted as he tried to figure out what she was hunting.
Besides, there was a special kind of hunting to do in the wintertime, in flat, open areas. The kind that foxes excelled at, which took quite a lot of practice... and which was, unfortunately, far from dignified. Two mice had already escaped him, but this time as he crouched, ears perked forward to follow the squeaking beneath the snow, Jigano thought he had his aim down perfectly. He waited for his moment, motionless and nearly quivering with excitement.
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
Softly, quietly, the snow crunched a little ways away. The fox was already still but now he froze, nose working to catch what the breeze could blow, and ears tilting slowly, slowly, to catch the sound again.
Paws, larger than a fox's dainty feet, moved over the top of the crust. A dark form paced in the night, undeniably canine - wolf, the scent read - but alone. Strain his senses though he might, Jigano could find no sign of the rest of a pack. A lone wolf then, but... one so large?
Once it was safely past the little fox he rose, little by little, to watch where it tread. He hadn't gone far enough to see the tracks before, but when he went to sniff the wolf's trail he found them. They were... strange. Unfamiliar.
A mystery.
Whiskers quivering, contemplating the wisdom of his choice, he eventually erred on the side of curiosity. Moving low to the ground, as silently and smoothly as he knew how, the little fox followed in the wolf's wake, far enough back to hopefully not be spotted as he tried to figure out what she was hunting.
