Fox's Glade Second Decisions

The fox situation already has Ulysses mind spinning. His mind deep in thought about just exactly why that just happened as his legs are kicked out to the side and he lies on his hip, paws stretched out in front of him. He feels a presence. He swears if its that little fox he’ll eat it for real this time.

Then he hears his name being called by a familiar voice. It makes the hair on his back bristle and he stands back up to his massive, natural size and turns to see whoever’s called his name. What Uly sees he almost doesn’t believe. He wasn’t sure he would ever see the coy wolf again. Especially in such short notice.

His pale eyes gaze down at the other, taking in his form. The first thing he realizes is one of his missing copper eyes. Ulysses’ brows furrow and his own eyes take to the torn ear. The coy wolf has been through the ringer is such a short amount of time hasn’t he?

“Merrick?” He asks deeply, concern also laced through his voice without him even noticing. He even urges his paws to come closer to the coyote mix, a comfortable meter away Uly’s moon-like eyes gaze into the others. Despite the state of his old friend, he’s still excited to see him and a coy smile graces his features. “Thought I’d never see you again friend. What’s happened?” He’s asks carefully, unable to stop the wag of his tail.