The foxes hunt the hounds

Ganta was making his way back to the East, still not any more certain on what he was going to do as far as where to make Dragoste. He’d toyed with the idea of making it in the North, but worry for Roza and how she’d fair in such conditions had the young man thinking against it. He was also thinking that there were too many packs here in the East… but at the same time he wanted Roza to be close enough to her family that if there was trouble she’d have them to rely on. Gods forbid that, but Ganta did want to think a bit realistically. He knew what his older siblings were capable of… and he didn’t doubt that any of them would hurt his beloved if they got the chance simply because she was close to him.

Ganta’s mind was buzzing, his brain teasing the idea of making a home for them in the South. There were plenty of herbs down in the lush parts of the lands…and the young man thought they could be close enough to make Roza feel secure. Gods forbid it if anything happened to her. He paused, nose twitching in the breeze as he scanned the island he had traveled to this time. At first, had he not been more alert, he might have missed the small figure in the grasses gathering plants. His ears twitched, and curiously he gave a bark, waiting to see the creature’s reaction to him.

Would it run? Would it be interested in talking with him?