the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

Unlike some of his other shifts, raccoons had quite expressive features when they wanted to. Sulking unhappily at the utter lack of actual attention, the small creature tittered a grumpy sound before shooting Astra a look as if to communicate is he always this stingy with touches? Reaching out to reclaim Loren's free-hand, Remi held it and pressed his head into the flat of the summoner's palm and began to rotate his head this way and that, seemingly determined to receive attention even if he had to take it. His small ears flopped beneath the Launceleyn's fingers as the Remi-raccoon craned his neck this way and that not unlike a cat, to ensure full touch-coverage of his dark face.