Ianto
It was utter chaos, and Ianto was enjoying every bit of it. Foxes and hens - a match made in heaven. For the foxes, anyways. True, Ianto was covered in white feathers and there was yolk all over the white stripe down his chest, but he had also come away from the scuffle with a fat hen in his jaws, padding happily over to Killian as if to compare their kills.
At a sudden shout of OI!, he realised that perhaps they had not been so alone after all, and with a mental laugh down their bond he headbutted the cheetah's haunches towards the hole they had dug. Quick! he urged, still laughing internally. I think if they see me I can pass off as a normal fox, but one glimpse of you and they'll know we're Attuned!
At a sudden shout of OI!, he realised that perhaps they had not been so alone after all, and with a mental laugh down their bond he headbutted the cheetah's haunches towards the hole they had dug. Quick! he urged, still laughing internally. I think if they see me I can pass off as a normal fox, but one glimpse of you and they'll know we're Attuned!
