Fox's Glade my love is driven by rage

He knows he shouldn't be out and about like this. The sprained ankle had just begun its road to recovery, using it too much would only slow the process. That itch to move forward was all too great. Frost had begun to build up on the earth. Winter would soon be here. Not only that, but he didn't want to be trapped if another earthquake struck. But despite these risks, he hadn't worked up the nerve to just pack up and leave just yet. Being near a healer, or quite simply another of his kind, provided him peace of mind. 

His scent had crossed his path along his short walk. It led into a forest that smelled of fox. Hono's eyes lit up. To spot one in the wild, even for a moment, was considered a blessing from Ninetails. God knows he needs a blessing now. Although the scent was stale now, the firey male scouted our the surroundings, hoping he'd be lucky enough to see one.

It was not a fox he found, but two wolves. The doctorer and another a woman unfamiliar to him. Hono sat down and tucked his tail neatly around his paws. He studied the two from a distance.