Took some skirting to lose the Rat, but Lark had weaseled his way inland far enough that he didn’t think the cranky old bastard would find him. He’d have time, anyway. Curious as he was, the pirate thought that their search for the missing Alizarin might take them further inland than they had planned. It seemed right that the red-furred man would stay near the sea… unless of course he was hiding.
Foxtail hummed a soft tune as he picked his way through a wood. The sun had set already, leaving him in natural light and snow. Cold to the bone, he was. The red-tailed rogue kept marching on, though. He’d smelled a pack or two on his journey to lose Erwin. He hadn’t stopped at any of them, though he did consider asking about Alizarin. It was best if they found him themselves.
Sniffing at old pawprints, Foxtail scanned the south with his eyes.
Foxtail hummed a soft tune as he picked his way through a wood. The sun had set already, leaving him in natural light and snow. Cold to the bone, he was. The red-tailed rogue kept marching on, though. He’d smelled a pack or two on his journey to lose Erwin. He hadn’t stopped at any of them, though he did consider asking about Alizarin. It was best if they found him themselves.
Sniffing at old pawprints, Foxtail scanned the south with his eyes.
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