Do you believe in Ice or Fire

A soft chuckle rumbled in Iho's chest while Kitsune leaned into his touch and said that the world would be more empty if it was without his pack and family in it. He smiled, touched by the sweetness of the strange girl that had saved his life. He watched her yawn, clearly tuckered out from the day's excitement on her young self, then bid him a cordial farewell that felt more like princess than pup. He smirked and dipped his head to her as much as he could from his prone position, not exactly in the state to be executing bows to the degree of grace that she did. If she were a ballerina with her movements, he was a sumo wrestler. "Have a good night, Princess Kitsune," he replied, watching her as she left. Now alone to himself and his thoughts, Iho did the only thing he could in this moment: he laid down, relaxed beneath the fur blanket, and drifted off into a restful sleep while the painkillers continued to do their job. It looked like he'd be hanging around for a little while...

"Kumiho"