The sound of the foxes died down over time as the two of them continued on through Blackfoot Forest. The coming sunset as the ball of fire lowered in the sky only made this place even creepier, though Red said nothing about it. Of course, she wouldn’t. Speech was not something she enjoyed, as had been made obvious countless times before. So, despite being a little nervous here still, she kept her mouth shut and simply padded along quietly beside Fang, whom she was still having conflicted emotions about.
“So, uhh…” he began, and the coywolf could hear the awkwardness in his voice. I thought this would be a nicer place, you know, like your woods. Sorry to drag you along…"
She smiled in amusement as he sighed. Though she didn’t plan on answering him with words, she appreciated his attempt at conversation nevertheless. She walked a bit closer to him, nudging his shoulder with her snout in goodwill. He had said “your woods”, as though Emberwood belonged to her. In a way, it sort of did. She had been the one to discover it, after all. And the longer she was away from it, the more she missed it. But she did not say this out loud. She was still trying to sort out her emotions about wanting to leave the Sunspire, and she didn’t want to drag Fang into it.
Instead, she looked around, noticing the eerie quiet that had overtaken the forest. There was a particular sound that had gone missing quite a while ago. She stopped, whining at her friend and looking around. Her body language asked the question: Where did all the foxes go?