Ianto
Things change, in the woods. Unpredictable is one thing, but Remi is about to realise that unpredictable is about to manifest itself right upon his shoulders. The alchemist will hear a very hurried, very Ianto sounding voice shouting "Wait, careful---" from directly overhead, when there's a sudden ginger blur plummeting out of the nearest tree and onto Remi's back.
The blur has a voice, too, and she's cackling as she clings to the Lullaby's neck, Ianto dropping out of the lower boughs of the trees in front of his friend to hold up his hands in a placating gesture. "Oh gods, I am so sorry. Please don't eat her," he begs, the fox looking a mixture of ruffled and thoroughly amused.
The blur has a voice, too, and she's cackling as she clings to the Lullaby's neck, Ianto dropping out of the lower boughs of the trees in front of his friend to hold up his hands in a placating gesture. "Oh gods, I am so sorry. Please don't eat her," he begs, the fox looking a mixture of ruffled and thoroughly amused.
