My face!

Kumiho had kept to himself mostly in the time that had followed what he was affectionately referring to as "The Mushroom Incident" with Kitsune. He partially blamed himself for not being able to stop the wily pup from snatching and eating a mushroom from him, but he also was living in a constant state of fear that any day now he'd find Kitsune's hulking father barreling after him in a bloodlust for having killed his daughter. He had no idea what the effect of those mushrooms was, though if the initial instantaneous effect was any indication, Kitsune was probably a dead wolf walking. After she'd finished spewing her guts out via her rear, Iho helped her to clean up with a little bit of fuss from the princess, all while waiting to see if she'd spontaneously drop dead and leave him to have to do something with the corpse. She hadn't died then and there, thankfully—but what if it was a slow poison?

And so Iho had continued his work on his raft, working diligently in his solitude in case he needed to beat a hasty retreat at a moment's notice. The world was constantly shifting, growing darker and more glowy. He heard the screams of agony from wolves all over Boreas, and he'd seen how the animals of the world—predator and prey alike—had begun to morph and ooze strange glowing fluids. Nope. Kumiho wanted nothing to do with this anymore. He didn't know if the whole world was like this, but Boreas definitely wasn't safe anymore, and he did not plan to die choking to death on bioluminescent bodily fluids alone in some swamp.

Iho was in the middle of tying together some thicker logs with strong vine to form a base for his raft when he heard a familiar voice yelling his name. He dropped the vine from his jaws and peered up through the dim morning to spot the tiny fire fox sprinting her way towards him. His brow narrowed in concern. He hadn't seen her since she'd eaten that mushroom several days ago. What was she doing out here now? "Kitsune?" he called out and trotted over to meet her. As he drew nearer though, his concerned expression fell away to shock and horror when he saw what was going on with the yearling's body. "Kitsune, by the gods!" He skidded to a stop, unsure of if he should get too close to her. What if the infection was contagious? "W-What happened to you?! Are you all right?!" Dumb question, of course she wasn't, but he couldn't think of anything else to say in his state of stupor.

"Kumiho"