#m.yeon

There he was, holding his next victim's heart, taking a sniff—only to gag. Honestly, what did he expect? Wolves were revolting inside and out. Still, he tossed the heart into the air, as if it were a toy, when the sound of approaching footsteps and the reek of yet another wolf caught his attention.

“Unlike the stories, I don’t eat hearts or livers,” he called out lazily. “Not unless they’re shrimp-flavored—but I’ve long since grown out of that.” Of course, now the thought of ice cream surfaced. “One momento.” He held up a finger. At least he was polite about it as he quickly texted Falin an SOS. He paused. “If Olaf was stealing babies, and then tried to kidnap you into the ice castle of dreams—how would you… never mind.”

Finally, turning to his new guest, he said, “Am I at Kenner yet on this A-to-Z list of werewolves? I’ve lost track—so many wolves, so little distinction.” He tilted his head. “Chief Kenner is next, by the way.” It was no diabolical plan, but a direct one.

@rcignxs (kean)

Pointing the spoon at her before she could even begin, he declared, “No.” It was a response to a question she hadn’t even asked yet, but he was willing to bet it would revolve around something as mundane as the ‘debt’ he supposedly owed or some tiresome matter of marriage.

@ofcybers

He turned his head to the onlooker. "This… is not uncivilized behaviour. It’s a tragedy." Yeon was not a lunatic though it might look that way but these Triad agents had tried to get clever, to outsmart the fox. And clearly, they'd missed their mark.

@darkskiesrpgstarters

It wasn’t exactly unheard of for him to hide. Foxes, unlike those idiotic wolves with their packs, were creatures of solitude. Foxes weren’t a threat if they remained unseen. Still, even foxes couldn’t hide forever. The threats kept getting bigger, noisier. He had to continue being the guardian in Malivore’s absence. And while part of him was intent on Malivore’s return, he knew he needed allies for that quest. The problem? Well, it wasn’t like he had a long list of them knocking on his door.

Sure, all these little details—alliances, guardianship—were important, but not nearly as important as the real issue at hand.

Ice cream.

"Before you say anything, do you know where the ice cream is?" His voice was laced with irritation. A certain fairy had decided to be clever and hide it from him. Threats from dragons, guardianship responsibilities—he could handle all of that. But this? Hiding his ice cream? This was crossing the line.

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