Careful were his paws that kneaded the grass with quiet precision as he crept along, eyes large and hungry as they zoned in the succulent body of an innocent rabbit. Inari could feel his stomach growling with dinner right before him, tail rigidly flowing side to side until snap and off started the chase. The fox clawed at the ground in effort to try make up for his mistake, disturbing dandelions in puffs of white along the way, but all was futile as his food had gotten a head start and the cub's not yet full grown legs just weren't up for the task. Inari slumped on the floor with a disgruntled look and sad eyes that watched his feast run away, a soft cry leaving his maw as his heart rested into the down beat rhythm of disappointment. White flecks of dandelion seed blew all around him, snagging on his fur making him the source of a hearty laugh from a darkened colt not too far away.

Sacre's expression was one of mirth as he had watched, a wad of grass wedged in his lips, his bonded friend try and fail at catching his dinner before thank the grass for not have legs and a brain to runaway. At least his food was easy to catch and not like poor Inari who, like all omnivores, could live off fruit and berries, but meat was always a welcome addition to the stomach. Inari threw his friend a sharp look of disapproval, which only made Sacre laugh more, before stomping off to sample the berries on a bush nearby whilst his stained so called 'friend' got over his fit.

Eventually, Sacre sighed in brief content happiness before a light frown settled across his features. It was slow days like this that made him wonder if he was actually getting anywhere in his life. Was he just like Inari's attempt to catch the rabbit, a floundering hopeful that amounted to nothing. Teeth clenched at that thought and he cursed his own weaknesses, why couldn't he find the answer to cure his unsatisfied soul that was always left wanting more no matter where he went. Why was relaxing in the sun such a hard thing for him to do? Why did his legs always tremble at the lack of movement, or his mind always tick away over past and future in any free moment? Sacre wished he could find his own answer and grasp real happiness with both hands, the free kind of happiness. In the end, the boy still did not know his path out of many available to him, he had flaws that annoyed him and a thirst to know everything that cursed him to not be able to stand still for a moment.

For now, the bloodstained one looked out across the sun soaked Heavenly Fields and to the mountains beyond, wondering if Roux ever had the same problems.

[Setting: Heavenly Fields on a warm spring afternoon! We can start the spar when they've conversed a little? :3]