Ouroboros Spine fall (ghost synth)

The tawny young girl motioned to a place in the leaves. Foxfur followed the movements of the child carefully. He nodded his head in agreement, though the warrior did not understand the words she spoke well enough to have done so. He wanted only to encourage her to continue trying.

The older man hung back, but he sniffed at the air around them and smiled.

I think you might have found a family of furry tubes, he whispered suddenly, stepping into a hunter’s prowl so that he could step nearer to the child, then past her. A short prowl was all he needed before the scent of weasel filled his nose – at the base of the tree, through a path of fallen leaves and foliage. Foxfur wondered if she could find it herself.