Gyrfalcon's Keep fresh off the bus

minding his own business, all he saw descend into the snowbank ahead of him was a flash of orange. it gave him reason to pause, his expression morphing as best as it could into a sheer what the fuck!?!?
all right, okay, that was totally not expected at all. literal bodies did not just come sailing down out of the sky. this was not cyberpunk 2077 and shit didn't just spawn out of nowhere to go plummeting to their death.
except, as the flash of orange exploded from the snow beneath, he realized that the thing wasn't dead or hadn't died on impact. and it left him dumbfounded completely. he was slackjaw, confused, almost thinking for a moment that he had come across another just like him only crazier. but wait, there's more—it was a goddamn fox.
his lips could have pursed themselves into an oh, but the predator's instinct took over swiftly. whatever shape-forming they could have done was replaced with his lips curling back along his pointed muzzle, and he volleyed forward to chase.
probably shouldn't have done that either because point a: foxes would could and would outrun his stupid ass; point b: the damn thing probably had rabies given that he had come sailing out of the sky like a buzzard for carrion.
oh well.

feel free to drop acheron in whenever if you still want this thread. didn't want it to sit any longer.