They really needed to stop meeting like this. Always on the cusp of battle, facing off against some unknown and terrifying beast. Benedict was used to fighting against forces large and unfathomable, but he was not so used to having backup in a fight. At least not any from another physical being--only his Companion and the abilities granted to him by their bond. This was different.
"I can hear," he hissed under his breath defiantly. The commanding voice had that effect on him. He was the Fox that never wanted to listen to his superiors and always wanted to do things differently than by the books.
He kept low and quiet from then on out. He could barely see in these dark underground passages but that, too, was something he was used to. His Companion helped to keep him on track and from knocking himself silly or causing a ruckus with uneven rocks at least. The cold fire from Wrath's wings helped. He crept forward, ready for an attack or the sight of what creature(s) they hunted.
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"I can hear," he hissed under his breath defiantly. The commanding voice had that effect on him. He was the Fox that never wanted to listen to his superiors and always wanted to do things differently than by the books.
He kept low and quiet from then on out. He could barely see in these dark underground passages but that, too, was something he was used to. His Companion helped to keep him on track and from knocking himself silly or causing a ruckus with uneven rocks at least. The cold fire from Wrath's wings helped. He crept forward, ready for an attack or the sight of what creature(s) they hunted.