Ianto
Ianto had been watching. He had watched as Remi headed in and out of the forest a few times, a smirk playing over his face as he hid in the undergrowth as a flash of red fur and amber eyes. And he had watched when the alchemist suddenly took on the skin of a raccoon, skittering away through the trees and branches in an attempt to dupe a forest that absolutely would not be duped.
When the raccoon inevitably got turned around and ended up in the trees along the fringes of the forest again, Ianto would be waiting for him. Well - a red fox would be waiting, bushy tail curled about his feet, black tipped ears twitching at the noise of the forest. At the sight of Remi, his jaw opened and a pink tongue lolled out, giving the raccoon a thoroughly foxy grin for his trouble.
When the raccoon inevitably got turned around and ended up in the trees along the fringes of the forest again, Ianto would be waiting for him. Well - a red fox would be waiting, bushy tail curled about his feet, black tipped ears twitching at the noise of the forest. At the sight of Remi, his jaw opened and a pink tongue lolled out, giving the raccoon a thoroughly foxy grin for his trouble.
