Fortunately for Lax, that rumor was coming closer all on its own.
Fresh from his most recent battle with his longest "enemy", Amdusias, Sarathiel was still up and about, searching every hole, tree, and corner for the little creature that had almost been the Skinwalker's meal. He'd barely had a look at the animal before it had continued running and he'd lost it in the confrontation with the other stallion. He'd dearly like to find it and make sure it wasn't too hurt or exhausted. His healing abilities were not superb. Perhaps not even all that great. But what he could do, he would still do. Any help was better than none at all. As for his own wounds, those could wait. He was not incapable of walking, didn't have a limp, and wasn't leaving a large trail of blood everywhere he went. Far as he was concerned, despite all the slash marks and bruises, he was perfectly fine.
Of Amdusias, he had fled already to lick his own wounds. Despite their long history of one trying to kill the other and the other trying to attach a charm, Sarathiel was always hesitant to call Amdusias his enemy. If you were to ask this question to Amdusias, his answer would be the opposite. He wanted the Angeni dead, ground to dust beneath his claws, his blood collected into bowls and bottles and never again to be used to make those horrid charms. One would think that alone plenty to inspire hatred within the most innocent and angelic of Soquili, but Sarathiel just couldn't muster it. Maybe he was a masochist to be getting into fights like this whenever the two met up and enjoying it. Battle was exciting! Especially when the opponent was a Skinwalker. It was the whole reason why he decided long ago to devote so much of his life to making the charms. He was the perfect Angeni to deal with Skinwalkers directly, as they didn't scare him at all. He found it quite hilarious purposely making them mad. It never took much.
But for now, his attention was on the little black fox that he just couldn't seem to find. As the light faded, it was becoming harder and harder to make out small shapes in the darkness, where a black fox would have no trouble staying out of sight. As he rose his head to look around, he spotted the mostly-bright shape of another Soquili, the pink coloring very noticeable in the darkness, the whites of his wings glowing in the darkness just as Sarethiel's own pairs would be.
Making his way forward at an unthreatening walk, he spoke as soon as he was close enough not to have to yell.
"Hello, friend. You wouldn't happen to have seen a fox, have you? A little black one?"
