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 Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:59 am
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Bracken was hardly ever awake at this time of night. Usually, he was tucked into Rosalyn's side, nose quivering and feeling quite content by a hard day's work. There would be dirt on his paws: a result of digging small holes to be planted or mud, if he was working on the irrigation system Rosalyn had crafted before he came to help her.
Tonight, however, he was wide awake, with large lavender eyes and his ears upright and listening to the sounds of the forest. There were others nearby and they sounded agitated. Bracken loathed to wake his companion, for she was sleeping so soundly beside him, but he was unsure of himself. His flight instinct was strong; he believed he nosed fox-scent. He did not want to proceed himself without some air of protection with him.
"Rose! Rosalyn, wake up!" He whispered to her, front paws pushing at her muzzle. It didn't take long to wake her like this and her eyes opened, her head raised.
"Yes?" She blinked her eyes in hopes to further waking herself. She lay down in order to sleep beside Bracken and comfort the skittish thing, but now she was gathering her hooves underneath her and standing. Her mind would become unclouded soon after.
"I nosed fox-scent in the woods not far from the glade." Bracken reported. "But I also heard voices-worried voices. Shall we go take a look?"
Rosalyn smiled. Trust her familiar to rouse her in the middle of the night to go help others. What a kind one, he was. She nodded and the two set off, Bracken keeping close to Rosalyn for both of their benefits. His, because he was too nervous to go far without her; hers, because she couldn't see well in the dark. In the end of their travels however, they both saw the same thing.
Standing in front of a large tree stood two foxes, though one was normal sized and the other was about the same size as Rosalyn was. If it had been in daylight hours, Rosalyn would have noticed the larger of the two had hooves and not paws, but given the circumstances, she was unable to help, but feel a little nervous. Bracken had already disappeared some distance behind her, cutting through her legs as soon as he spotted foxes. Rosalyn, however, refused to run away and stepped forward, under the moonlight.
"Good evening. I am sorry to bother you at such a late hour, but I can't help but notice you seem rather upset." She swallowed quietly. "Is there something I can help you with?"
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