[seasonal event] should have seen this coming

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts The will-o-wisps were the first sign of incoming forces, and he thought about raising his hackles at the curled formations of light and deception, but with Ianto appearing, he thought better of it. “Likewise,” the beast offered in response, a nod following, processing the pathway he wanted to traverse upon. His eyes glanced out at the rolling expanse of timber and copses again, willing one of his companions to come springing out from the undergrowth, no harm, no foul, everything a cruel, callous ruse. But the longer he stood there, the more he understood they wouldn’t be – trapped and snarled and snagged by the claws of the unknown. Which was why he was here, lingering along the threshold and aperture to foretold attempts at liberation and deliverance; information was a bounty he craved and longed for, and despite Jigano’s already pressing sagacity on the subject at hand, the warrior wanted to hear it from Ianto as well. “Do you know anything about the recent disappearances?” He nodded towards the woods, as if the fox wouldn’t be able to ascertain what he was talking about without further provocation – breathed, inhaled, exhaled, so his features remained nonchalant and indifferent when the tides kept at bay were anything but. “I believe my friends are in there, and I intend to help get them out.” the last of a line of lasts