Bad Omen

Deimos glanced up and watched Relm get up and start to walk away, shrugging a bit before turning his attention back to the fortune telling fox in front of him. He had sat here long enough that he felt like he might as well see it through—however ridiculous it may be or not. He didn't understand what the fox was looking for or what was giving him the "readings" he was getting, but he listened regardless. Despite his own skepticism, hearing about a personal loss made his brow furrow a bit. Proceeding cautiously and being between two decisions wasn't too far off base for his current state, but he still didn't know how much of that was a genuine reading of some sort and how much of it was just a vague prediction that would match most wolves.

Still, those things combined along with hearing about how he needed to build a good foundation make him think of Ikigai. He frowned slightly, his ears flicking just enough to be noticeable as he considered what was being told to him. He wondered to himself if he even knew how to "build a foundation" with her. Was he ever even meant to follow this Mendacium path of keeping a mate and having a family? Was it all too late for him? Then, of course, there was the last nail in the coffin of the fox mentioning the struggle with hostility or resentment. Considering the still healing wounds that crossed his face it felt either too much like a straight call out to the fox's observations or too close to home to be a coincidence and Deimos didn't feel like sticking around to figure out which it was. As soon as it seemed like his fortune reading was over he got up and turned to leave, feeling slightly unnerved by the whole thing.

"Deimos Medacium"