The air was stringent with the scent of blood, carried on by the gathering mist, consumed by the moans that hummed from the depths of the woods. Trembles rang out, and soon, only silence remained.
Kuu had nestled beneath Ren's cloak, tired. Its eyes seamlessly drooped up and down like a child trying to resist the call of rest. The Kistune cooed its final song of its people and didn't lift its head again.
"She is finally asleep." Ren warmly cooed. She gave the Kitsu a gentle brush and turned to Altair. "Isn't she cute?"
"She made pee pee on me." Altair recounted, glaring his devilish physique with defiance to the realm. "So no… she's not."
The skies were somber with color, and sundown was fast approaching.
