Yumiko
Yumiko sighed as he watched the sun start to set, sending it's golden claws streaking across the skies. The sky over head danced and swirled with shades of pink, orange purple as Fall arose to her paws, beginning to pad off. Yumiko scrambled into a sitting positon, his ears slightly down as he felt a pang of sadness rush through him. He hated seeing Fall go; it was his least favorite part of them meeting. "Oh, okay." he mumbled, forcing a smile onto his face. "Bye..."
As Fall disappeared from Yumiko's sight, a sigh escaped the foxe's lips and he lightly sprang to his paws. He looked 'round the forest warily, before turning tail and pluning into the snow-littered undergrowth behnd him. As he pushed onward, his mind was still spinning from thoughts of Fall. She was all that he could see, the scents in his nose were still thick with her scent, and her gorgeous voice rang in his ears. A small smiled spread across Yumiko's face as his head twisted to the left, taking his paws in that direction. As he padded onward, he noticed a small patch of foliage out of the corner of his eye and he padded towards it. It was a thicket; ancient in age and a bit small, bu it was still someplace warm and clean where Yumiko could settle down fr the night. He narrowed his eyes and crept inside of the thicket, feeling the thorns lightly graze his pelt as he passed by. As the fox entered the snug hole, he lay down and put his head on his paws, gazing out of the thicket's entrance wistfully. As he watched night creep across the sky, he sighed and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Fall." he whispered.