ooc: For Bangle. Sorry for randomly changing the setting, but I thought this was more appropriate for... hunting.

Seyonne wasn't entirely sure how he wound up here, but he loved it. The trees were tall and the ground was quiet. It was perfect for hunting. After climbing a few trees he found that it was futile to try and find prey that way for the wind was blowing and rustling the few leaves left. All that noise right next to his ears made trying to find prey, specifically mice, on the forest floor impossible. He instead found himself walking through a shallow stream, trying to pick up tracks or burrows in the mud. The water was cold though, and after awhile he walked in the mud instead, and finally took to simply treading over the pine needles littering the floor - at some point he had moved to a mostly pine covered part of the forest. He was too focused on finding food to worry about the fact that he was indeed quite small, and possible prey himself. He halted at the though, glanced around, then continued onward as his belly rumbled in discomfort.

Finally he caught the slight whiff of mouse. He moved slower, eyes darting around in front of him. There it was. He froze, inched forward, and froze again. When he was confident he was close enough, he pounced upward in classic fox fashion before landing right on the mouse and killing it instantly. Happy, he let out a little purr-like noise of pleasure. He quickly ate his kill, made a quick second and ate it, then curled up in a thinly leafed bush. He decided on this spot for his nap because he could still see out, yet anyone in a hurry would run right past. He flicked his tail a couple times, stretched out, and fell asleep. He had meant to take a quick nap, barely even fall asleep really, but he was soon in a state of deep sleep. Not much would wake him.

ooc: It's okay I understand. :] Oh, and if you've never heard a fox scream, you should look it up. Here's a link to random noises if you're interested.

Seyonne was dreaming of summer. Everything was bright, and he was in a short t.ree in the middle of a meadow. The meadow was filled with every color flower imaginable, and the sweet pollen was intoxicating. There was the smallest of breezes that kept the smell fresh and changing every moment. Then he was being forced awake and the meadow vanished to be replaced by the ground rushing by. He dug his claws into the ground but to no avail. He flew up into the air and suddenly someone was talking to him. A face swung into view then, and he swung out a paw to try and claw his captor's nose. All the while he was screeching in anger and confusion. He stopped when he realized that he realized that it was pointless, and tried to curl up and bite the hand holding his tail. He only managed to hook his paws around his back leg though, and hung there uselessly. "Between you and me I'd rather keep my pelt. Not too selfish of me is it?" He growled as he continued to hold onto his leg and stare the luperci in the eyes.

Despite his angry outward disposition, inside he was panicking. His heart was racing and the beat of it in his ears made it hard to concentrate. Much longer upside down and he would become dizzy and then it would be even harder to get away. He cursed his tiny body and the weakness it enclosed. This was the first time he had had to worry about another animal making an attempt on his life. The ocean had turned against him, and now luperci were too? He made a mental note that if he ever got away that he would be more careful around the strange new breed of wolf. Swaying still, he glanced around, mind grinding out an escape route. There really wasn't one, but should he somehow be let go, he would certainly run up the closest t.ree as fast as possible.

ooc: Yeah, foxes are really dramatic. And nope, don't mind either one, though poor Seyonne's ego is being battered once more. I'm so mean to the poor guy.

Seyonne appreciated the look of surprise on his captor's face oh so much. What he didn't appreciate was being dropped on the ground. He landed fairly gracefully, took a couple steps, then flew back into the air, tail first. The feeling was sickening and humiliating. He hated not being in control of his body even more than relying on someone else's help. At this point he would happily accept most anyone's help, and happily too accept any form of repayment. The hatred he felt towards this luperci was indescribable. He didn't know he was capable of such raw emotion. He tried to calm himself down though, as being so volatile wouldn't get him anywhere - except maybe under that knife. He was glad to see it go. He laughed out loud at the luperci's question, and couldn't help but reply harshly. "Of course I can speak idiot. Don't worry your little head, you ain't going crazy." He curled up again, trying to bite the luperci's hand. Once more he only succeeded in hooking a paw around his back leg. Curse his weakness.

He met the luperci's eye again, speaking in a slightly kinder voice. "I would very much appreciate being let down. Would you enjoy being woken from a nap and being caught up by your tail? I think not." He probably wouldn't enjoy being threatened to be skinned either, but Seyonne left that out in a weak attempt not to remind the luperci of his original intentions. If only he could get his feet back under him. The tree right behind him had nice rough bark that was perfect for climbing. He could be up above the luperci's head before he could draw his ugly knife. Seyonne shivered inwardly at the thought of the wicked instrument. How many of his own kind had met their end under that blade? Was that why he hadn't met any other foxes? Were they all dead? Or just hiding? He didn't blame them if they were hiding. He was learning that luperci were fickle creatures. Then again, foxes could be too - each had the possibility to be your greatest enemy or ally. Except for luperci, since foxes couldn't do much again the giants he supposed. Even if foxes were enemies of them, they wouldn't be their greatest, that's for sure.

Seyonne couldn't help but snort as his captor criticized him for being rude. He didn't say anything though, for fear of angering the luperci and losing his hide. He was almost hopeful that he was keeping his very important skin, despite being "rude". As the luperci finally relented to putting him down, he was oh so tempted to bite his hand. Somehow he resisted, and settled instead for running up the tree as soon as his tail was released. It was too far to the next tree though, so rather than jump to freedom, he was forced to listen as the luperci criticized him once again. In his defense, he usually was more alert of his surroundings. The luperci's scars were impressive though, and he had to give the guy props for surviving something like that. He wasn't going to say that out loud though. He hadn't said anything since being released, but he wanted to change that now.

"Well mister jingly scar man, I hardly think it's any of your business to know my past, but it would be awfully boring to sit here staring at each other so I'll amuse you." The luperci sure knew how to ask invasive questions. Once he started talking though, he realized that now that he was safe, he didn't really have much anger left to fuel his argument. He continued on anyway. "Where I grew up all the foxes knew "wolf" speech. It was our speech too, and the coyotes. I haven't met any coyotes here though. Do they speak "wolf"? He managed to put some hate into the word "wolf", but other than that his answer was lame and unexciting. He improved a little with his next comeback. "You're hardly a wolf anyway, luperci. Wolves have more class and are kinder. A wolf would never skin something alive." He narrowed his eyes at the luperci, happy he was out of reach. Unless he climbed trees. That would be just awesome.

ooc: Herpadurp (read: Sorry D.

Seyonne was truly surprised to hear that this luperci was a coyote. He realized again and again that he knew very little about this land. And he even managed to flaunt his stupidity as well. "Well. I assumed that only wolves could be luperci." He sniffed, pride hurt, and watched warily as the luperci dug around in his bag. "I'm a traveler just like you, but it never occurred to me to do more than kill what I need. Maybe it makes you smarter than me to think of torturing your prey, but I think it merely means you've let your wandering ways make you savage. That's weakness in my mind." He watched warily as Jingly Man finally pulled something from the bag. A shrew. A half eaten one.

Stunned, Seyonne just sat there for a moment. He finally barked out a laugh, and shook his head vigorously. "Oh, no no." Another bark of laughter. "I do not require your leftovers, and half a shrew would do little to redeem yourself anyways." He calmed his laughter and stared down solemnly at Mr. Jingle. "I was just digesting two mice I had caught myself when you plucked me up." The thought of accepting food from anyone was horrendous to him, much less food from someone who just tried to skin him. He was competent, despite his lack of general knowledge. He had enough smarts, usually, to make it through the day. Today was certainly interesting, as it was the first day he ever stared death in the face. Now death offered to make him fat. A fat fox with healthy fur would probably be worth more if skinned. He suddenly though of something. "What is your name, anyway?" One should always know the name of their enemy. Made gaining information, should one seek it, easier down the line. If nothing else it was good to know the name just so if brought up later you knew who was being talked about.