Swiftcurrent Creek Insidious disaster

Lol, he's like a toy she'll never give away xD

She refused his request, a sting in his heart because he wanted nothing more than to escape the darkness that had become his life. His shoulders dropped, dejected and at once depressed. His emotions were haywire, and things that had been nonexistent before came flooding forward, threatening to drown him: fear, confusion, sadness, uncertainty. It all came to a threatening crescendo in his mind until the fireball assured him that "we" (whoever that was) would make him well again.

"Okay," he murmured into her warm fur. Haunter lifted his head willingly, obeying the pressure of her urges like an obedient dog. He got to his feet, and began to slowly follow the path unto which she directed him. He didn't move particularly slow, but his eyes darted about warily, having lost the confidence he had once exuded in absolute magnitude.

As they walked, he turned to her suddenly, his eyes wide and his pupils engorged as if startled by her presence. As if he hadn't realized anything about where he was, or that she was truly there until just now. "Fox?" he croaked, bewildered, but there was hope in his crackling tone.

Was this the small wolf in his dreams, whose name he had murmured and echoed a thousand times in sleep?