When Ianto had told them not to speak about where they were going, he hadn’t meant it in the way of a secret. He’d intended it as very much a here and now thing - the more distracted they were by other things, the more likely they would end up where they wanted to be. So of course when the white raven chirped up with the exact kind of questions Ianto had asked them to avoid, the fox ruffled somewhat. It was almost like they didn’t want to explore he woods.
So he had remained silent - that, however, had been a mistake. Fear rippled along his red pelt at the sounds of alarm in his head and the tell-tale signs of something very, very wrong, and before he knew it the raven was instructing him to be caught and pinning it all on him.
What kind of explanation do you want? We’re being ambushed. Run, you fools!
It was certainly what Ianto was doing. Bravery was for the strong and the idiotic, and Ianto wasn’t either. So without looking back he bolted into the undergrowth, determined to put as much distance between himself and the strange group (and Delah) as possible.
So he had remained silent - that, however, had been a mistake. Fear rippled along his red pelt at the sounds of alarm in his head and the tell-tale signs of something very, very wrong, and before he knew it the raven was instructing him to be caught and pinning it all on him.
What kind of explanation do you want? We’re being ambushed. Run, you fools!
It was certainly what Ianto was doing. Bravery was for the strong and the idiotic, and Ianto wasn’t either. So without looking back he bolted into the undergrowth, determined to put as much distance between himself and the strange group (and Delah) as possible.
