“It's too big to carry on our own - unless you have magic vor it?” Eon's ears drooped in defeat. There was no way his light magic would lift a cage, nor his siren song, and being able to see into the future wouldn’t help either. “I’m afraid I don’t.” He’d reply, though the disappointment was short-lived as he heard Ceartas speak again. “We could keep it there to lure the fox out,”
Eon would perk back up at her response. “Good idea,” he’d reply, shaking his tails excitedly behind him. “We can wait a little ways away, downwind, out of sight so the fox doesn’t see us - then pounce!” he’d speak with confidence in his voice. “I bet the fox’s fur would make nice bedding or a cloak too!” He couldn’t help it as his creative brain wandered beyond the task at hand. They had to take out the fox first, and then he could worry about what the fur could be used for. What was important was making sure the fox wasn't there to kill more rats. "Just lead the way," he'd respond. His paws were now itching to pounce on the creature once it dared to reveal itself.
Eon would perk back up at her response. “Good idea,” he’d reply, shaking his tails excitedly behind him. “We can wait a little ways away, downwind, out of sight so the fox doesn’t see us - then pounce!” he’d speak with confidence in his voice. “I bet the fox’s fur would make nice bedding or a cloak too!” He couldn’t help it as his creative brain wandered beyond the task at hand. They had to take out the fox first, and then he could worry about what the fur could be used for. What was important was making sure the fox wasn't there to kill more rats. "Just lead the way," he'd respond. His paws were now itching to pounce on the creature once it dared to reveal itself.