In the pursuit of fairness, Thackery tried to alternate which pets got to tag along for errands or walks to the Well. But Kari and her new-found pushiness seemed more and more insistent on leaving his dorm room with him
every time, nipping at his ankles if he tried to deny her. Their walks together just added to her abnormality: the bakekitsune didn't drape herself around his shoulders, preferring to walk along by herself, nose held high in the air as she seemed to search for something.
This campus was so massive for such a tiny creature, and the world within the closet seemed even more expansive at times. Kari had never experienced something so euphoric and yet so frustrating, wanting nothing more but to curl up against Gideon again, but ultimately unable to find him.
She'd watched him during Thackery's class, fighting as bravely as one of the knights in her bedtime stories. She'd pined for him, listlessly scratching terrible effigies of his face into the demon boil's floor. She'd tried to catch his familiar scent, day after day, insisting to herself that she wouldn't give up. This was...it was wuv, and if her excitable owner taught her anything, it was that there was nothing more important.
The bakekitsune dragged him along as per usual, oblivious to any of his prompts of "maybe we should go here" or "how about some foo...okay, this way is all right too." But the breeze that ruffled through her wisps carried something different today - something sweet and bold and definitively
Gideon. She broke into a run, nearly yanking her leash out of Thackery's hand, and didn't stop until she stood in front of a door that was unfamiliar to both of them.
The scratching at the door began again, but this time, the sound came from the outside.
