Though the night overhead is blanketed in clouds, there is a single spot in the sky that is slightly less dark than the rest, and Foxtail turns to watch it with her big eyes, knowing that somewhere in there, the moon is hidden. She turns back to Tybalt only when she hears him moving way, and she stands to follow him on instinct alone. The dark wolf has no desire to be alone, not when it’s raining, not when it’s dark, not ever. “Alright,” she agrees, trotting to catch up to him as he heads for the trees, the opposite direction from which they had come.

“I’m hungry,” Foxtail adds as she passes him, her dark nose held high as she takes in the strange scents of this new land. She wants something more than squirrel or hare, but she knows that she and Tybalt alone are probably not enough to bring down anything particularly tasty. It’s that reason that she agrees to finding a pack, though he’d probably claim she wanted to distance herself from Tybalt were she ever asked. Foxtail would far prefer to deny her emotions that to risk whatever danger exposing them might bring. Tybalt reminds her of Bramble and that hurts, but he is also the only reminder she has elft of her other half, and she won’t elaev him behind ,no matter how much she would argue otherwise.