From one season to the next, Birdsong blooming to life in the wake of a cold Frostfall, the dazzling sunsets hadn't gone unnoticed by the bright-eyed healer, who was making his way to the clifftops to watch another radiant ending to a quiet day. He had been mulching around in the Greenhouse recently, trying his best to ignore the urges to go back out into the Wilds, constantly reminding himself that he was a Doctor and shouldn't really be going missing too often. Of course, he still sneaked out now and then, 'searching for herbs' which he honestly did... amongst other things. He was guarded by two feisty foxes, trotting in front with their tails proudly aloft, strutting the way to the sunset show over the ocean. The warming weather was bringing a larger abundance of food with it, which pleased his two companions, who now gorged on a diet mainly consisting of squirrels and berries. Sacre teased them over their growing bellies as they hoarded their loads and ignored the red-eared boy's chiding, he was a king of fools anyway—Frostfall had left them famished (or so they said). When they made it to the edge, the moons mists devouring the cliff, the clan of three watched as the sky turned into deepening shades of red, reflecting against the ocean as the sun made its glamorous exit. 

The show was almost over when Sacre started roaming around again, twilight settling over the haze, his Sun God figurine, tied messily in his tail (it would probably fall out again later), glowed with the same red-yellow hues. He wasn't doing anything in particular, other than dawdling, when he stumbled across a flame that made his heart falter in its once steady beat. At first he thought it must be a trick of the mists, playing with his loneliness and tormenting him with a face that always filled his chest with butterflies. However, the closer he got the more real she became and he watched her silently for a moment, Natraj always by her side and braids in hanging her hair. She seemed annoyed and Sacre couldn't help but laugh, ardently and fondly, not knowing how long this meeting would last as infatuation consumed him.

"Poor little fox" he softly, jovially, smiled to Natraj and winked at him once before foxy mayhem caused a commotion. There was a flourish of tails and paws as they scampered towards Tandavi, dancing around her with small noises of happiness bursting from their quivering maws until they stopped long enough to beg their surly dark friend to come forth and play with them. Sacre watched them cheerfully for a moment before returning his round warm eyes to the Fire Dancer "Tandavi" he greeted comfortably with his ardent smile still lingering as he gazed. They always seemed to meet at moments he didn't expect, unplanned and unexplained, but delightful coincidences leading to fleeting words that engraved warmth into his dearest memory of her.

"What have you done to Natraj?" he laughed, looking between the two, mirth lining his face and knowing full well the the trials and tribulations of having bonded friends. Especially foxes he thought, which earned him a reproachful look from his fearsome double act, who had already learnt to ignore most of the time.