Fox's Glade he was a livin' breathin' action screenplay cliche

He pauses as a familiar scent drifts to him on the breeze, closer than he'd have thought. A faint smile tugs at his lips as he pauses his browsing, turning his head slowly to glance over his shoulder. His single working eye scans the trees a little haltingly until the unmistakable glare of Korei's stark coat catches his gaze. Of course the girl would follow him — it'd been difficult enough getting alone time when Lennon had been part of their trio. Now he is the only familiarity in this vast wilderness; he should know better than to think he can afford time to himself.
Korei, He calls out softly, tail swishing gently behind him. More out of laziness than anything, he opts to stay where he is and allow her to approach; ironically, he finds himself a little weary of walking so much. Or perhaps it's more a side effect, a single symptom of the bone-deep weariness he can feel settling over him even now. It almost feels like dying — but he's not that lucky.