Fox's Glade Impulse

val stopped midstep as ash whirled around with an explosive snarl directed towards the bearwolf; in this, he felt his skin prickle. he did not understand the urgency, the tension, the buzzing in his own blood. ash’s behavior unsettled him more than being called a fool had.

he wanted to ask watch what — but before he knew it ash was already peeling off. he cast one look behind him before he followed, albeit reluctantly now. what the.. val murmured to himself, ears kept askance. so…. why did you need me? #clueless