Fairspell Meadow lucifer bleeds ichor

hello, comes a purled response from the shadows. kitsune's ears pivot atop his skull and his head swings in the direction he thinks the voice comes from. nightfall has a way of distorting noise and carrying it — the shadow cloaked stranger could be further away than kitsune assumes. this makes it difficult to pinpoint specifically but kitsune is well-versed in navigating the night and the challenges she presents him with.

his tail brushes against his hocks as he surveys the whispering grasses once more searching for any movement that would appear unnatural compared to the sway of the cool autumn breeze. the voice hisses out at him like a serpent and a pearlescent ear twitches pausing only to consider his words before speaking, no. not specifically. there was no point in lying when it was surely apparent enough. even so, it truthfully doesn't occur to kitsune to be more careful with how honest he is.