Fox's Glade White Shadows

He's noticed that Korei has become solemn lately, quiet — he just doesn't really know what to say. Maybe he doesn't have the energy to say anything. Maybe he's tired of caring —
Okay, that's not quite true; he'd love to find some kind of dial controlling the amount of fucks he gives out on a daily basis and spin it all the way to 0, but life never likes to work so conveniently. He still cares, but it feels like he knows too well what she's going through — how long had his past followed him around? And in the end, he hadn't even outrun it as he'd wanted to — he'd simply burned it all to the ground. So, he's a little wary of trying to offer Korei any sort of advice or comfort, lest he burn her life to ashes, too.
Or maybe he already has, and that's why he finds himself seeking her out. When he finally spots her, he doesn't say anything, but he draws nearer to her with a soft chuff. It's not difficult to sense the melancholy surrounding her — but he's still at a loss, so he only takes a breath and settles on his haunches about a foot away from her.