Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

She responded in a way that was quite typically, undeniably Fox, and Haunter was officially convinced that he was not dreaming. He'd never be imaginative enough to dream up a replica who not only looked like Fox, but acted like her as, so he finally accepted the realness of this situation and found himself wholly appreciating that she was out here with him. It only helped solidify his earlier decision to stay...

He wanted to laugh—which was an entirely foreign feeling that he ignored with impunity—but instead wound up merely snorting and hardly containing a slight curve of his lips that would've otherwise denoted a real smile. He hadn't smiled in years and wasn't planning on starting now (he didn't see where smiling got him), but apparently he would have to work a little harder to collar them around Fox. It seemed she could elicit emotion out of him, even when he didn't want there to be, so he decided that he would have to be careful from them on about how he reacted to her words and presence.

She looked up towards the cloudy sky, shrouding the sun but not making the day any less pleasant or otherwise threatening to rain. It was a nice day, but Haunter paid it no mind. He was staring at Fox, as the leering wolf tended to do, and continued to do so when her attention was back on him. "Yes," he answered, but he didn't seem to be talking about the arrival of spring. He licked his chops and pulled back his one ear, wondering suddenly what she saw in him: the wild wolf.

"Would you like to go back?" he asked instead, keeping his aforementioned wondering to himself. "Or maybe stay out here a while?" He eyed her wounds and knew immediately that he wouldn't ask her to do anything physical with him, like hunting or romping. "I could catch you something.. And we could, uh," Haunter hesitated, romancing having always been far from his mind, if at all existent; "have a picnic."