Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

And I want you in all of 'em, ALL OF THEM I SAY :3

As Haunter walked, he looked up at the overcast sun which at this time looked more like a brightly glowing moon than the closest, brightest star in their surrounding galaxy that should never be looked directly into. At least, this is what he had heard, holding no affinity for astronomy himself, but he found himself interested in the fact that he could stare at it now and it didn't hurt his eyes.

But maybe he should've obeyed the long-standing advice that it wasn't good to stare at the sun—no matter if it was hurting your eyes or not—because when he looked down and ahead again, he thought he was hallucinating the distant figure he recognized immediately. Haunter stopped, confused that maybe all his thoughts of her had projected into some sort of mirage. She was running for him now, and the closer she came, the less he thought she was imagined. "Fox?"

His uncertainty was present in his tone, and he pulled back his one ear, still unsure whether or not his mind was playing tricks on him; but when she crashed into him with enough force to make him take a steadying step backwards, he knew without a doubt that she was real. His first sound was a sigh of contentment (half catching his breath from her small crash) and then his second was a growl of pleasure as he dipped his muzzle into her ruff and began slicking the fur there with his tongue.

He continued for a while, stricken by her wordless joy, and feeling it too without being sure of its source; though her presence seemed a clear indication, because he never felt as relaxed—as close to happy as he'd ever been—as he did with her. "What are you doing out here?" he rasped after a long moment. "He said three days... Not two and maybe-a-half."