Todd
After finishing the scraps of his makeshift meal and regaining his composure to a reasonable degree, Todd wiped his maw with his paws in an attempt to get rid of the red stain, which only resulted in tinting his paws in an earthy red color. Sighing, Todd looked up from his position, taking note of all the beautiful shades of green that surrounded him. There was the healthy dark green of the tall but squat conifors, the rusty green of the majestic decidious, and a general mashup of every shade of green in the grasses that covered that covered the forest floor. Todd almost felt bad that his red fur was tainting such a one colored masterpiece, but soon stopped his nature gazing when he saw a flash off to the side of his vision.
Curious, the red fox stood up on shaky limbs to investigate. Limping slightly, still sore from his earlier incident, Todd made his way as quietly as possible towards the source of the light. Normally Todd wouldn't have been so curious, but any light had to come either from the sun or from fire, and with the sun high in the sky and no reason for fire, there had to be something worth seeing. Todd soon found the source of the flash of light, and was rather baffled to see an Ocelot, roughly his size but not in the right proportions, working with fire. Now, Todd wasn't ignorant of mutations, he couldn't dismiss his remarkable stamina as anything but supernatural, but it always suprised him how...powerful they could be.
While Todd was busy musing, he missed what had ended up distracting the Ocelot and her resulting frustration, but noticed her stand up and leave, passing near the red fox. About to dismiss the whole incident and file it away into his memories, his ears perked up when he realized he could still hear her. Now, his ears were good, but not as good as some, so in order for him to hear her she was close. Too close. And when he heard her talking to Razzul, the well known chief of the Wanderers, he realized he must be much closer to the capital than he realized. Knowing it would be foolish and noisy to make a mad dash out of there, Todd instead chose to creep out of the area at a painfully slow pace, hoping against hope that they had other things to do than smell the scent of blood that still covered the foxes maw and paw.