[ Fushimi hears the growl, too. He's, honestly, glad to finally have something useful to do. He's been sitting idle too long, and even if he hasn't quite recovered from a week of nearly complete sleep deprivation, he's certainly on the mend.
The second he hears the growl, he sends an arc of fire in that direction, bright and searing hot. He doesn't flinch at the heat, but the ends of his fingers look like they're a little burnt, a little red around the nails. It doesn't seem to bother him, at least.
The wolf howls, loud and angry, but it falls back in the face of the fire, which quickly dissipates once the threat seems to have diminished. The foliage is a little worse for wear, but it seems like Fushimi managed to keep the flames fairly contained. ]
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The second he hears the growl, he sends an arc of fire in that direction, bright and searing hot. He doesn't flinch at the heat, but the ends of his fingers look like they're a little burnt, a little red around the nails. It doesn't seem to bother him, at least.
The wolf howls, loud and angry, but it falls back in the face of the fire, which quickly dissipates once the threat seems to have diminished. The foliage is a little worse for wear, but it seems like Fushimi managed to keep the flames fairly contained. ]
...How many have you seen?