Ianto, that’s right, the fox had introduced himself earlier. Though then Kiki had been more preoccupied in figuring out whether or not the fox was actually what he said he was, or another attuned. You too, he said, rolling to crouch on his chest, downy fur grazing the ground. To the next question, Kiki gave a slight shrug, his salmon pink tongue glossing over his teeth. I’d love to, was his response, he stretched out his long lithe frame then padded over to stand by Ianto. The fence was given a quick prod, it was flexible enough to pass under with a bit of digging. It’d be much easier for the fox, Killian was in for a squeeze. Whatever, he started pulling at the ground with outstretched claws.
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again