((Sorry for the late response everyone! I've been baking recently and I have a lot of pies now... I also forgot how big I made him so hiding behind Yazunn in his fox form would have been pretty funny. Mostly because he's this
big.))
Dimitri had followed near the end of the group as his grip was still slightly slower than the rest of them even though his foot was healed. Or appeared to be at least since he doubted that the female that had helped him could heal the muscles that lied under his skin. Still the kitsune kept pace with the others and mostly chose to stay near the blue haired male. He would on occasion peer up at the others before pausing and then looking down at his feet and the path before him again.
When they spoke of food his stomach rumbled loudly and he hid his face away with his paw as everyone began to separate into different groups for hunting, water and building a fire. He moved away from the rest of them to go hunting alone. With his white coat it was significantly harder to hunt and would be considered impossible if it wasn't for his powers. Soon he had eaten three rabbits, enough to quell his stomach and give him energy for his wound to heal before heading back in the direction of the others. The trees speaking warnings of fire and danger as he got closer to the others. He paused, the foot that had been lifted to take another step lowered itself to the floor once more as he stood at the edge of the tree line.
Everyone here... they looked happy. He tried to remember the last time he had felt that way and frowned when he realized that even with his grandparents he had never felt that. Only relief that he was no longer with his father, determination to make them proud, and fear that they would abandon him. They ended up doing the last one when they died. He shook his head to try and rid himself of those thoughts and almost smacked his muzzle into a tree trunk before he realized that nobody had anywhere to sleep for the night.
'Maybe I can do something helpful for once' he thought proudly as he walked at least forty feet around the clearing in every direction and spreading thorny brambles between different trees to create a spiky barrier around their camp. He smiled as they grew fast with his wishes and encouragements. When he reached the side of the stream? Lake? he paused, tails thumping lightly against the ground before he smiled and created lily pads to float across the surface and create a net with their roots to keep anyone from getting into camp from the river. He panted softly, exhaustion weighing lightly on his limbs but his dual colored eyes shone with a happy light as he examined his work with one more pass around the clearing. He nodded again before asking the trees to help guide him as he made himself a burrow to partially sleep in before using the excess dirt to create a sort of
shelter ((except its made of earth and covered with plants instead)) made of loose dirt before he asked for more help from the plants and even from some foxes that were willing to help. The foxes helped to plant and cover the seeds to allow them a place to grow on the shelter before he deemed it ready to even think of showing the others.
Thanking the foxes he gave them the leftovers of his kills before making his way back to the clearing. It didn't appear like anyone had noticed his absence or the noise he had been making. A part of his chest hurt from that thought and he looked down to examine it by parting his fur with his paws and not finding anything. No thorns sticking in (or out) and nothing to cause the pained feeling. He ignored it as he looked around the group, inhaling the scent of cooked fish and smoke deeply before his eyes landed on a new addition to their group. He didn't appear dangerous if the others, Mars he believed, body language told him anything. Their leader, (had he even decided to join them?) was talking with the one who had helped to heal him.
The realization that he did
nothing to thank them hit him hard in the gut and his Hoshi no Tama swirled around his neck at his uneasiness. He moved around again, thinking of something, anything that he could do for them, his still healing and numb foot dragging behind him slightly. He thought about the others water, what would they do if she needed some and there wasn't any nearby? The vines under his skin wiggled at the thought, some of them (the ones with thorns that is) caused him to let out a small gasp of pain before stepping back and reevaluating things. He could make them staffs for walking or something like that. His mind buzzed with possibilities but he shook them off as he remembered that he still needed to apologize to them (again).
He moved slowly around the edge of the camp until he was not quite behind them but not quite to the right of them either. It looked like they were talking though and whatever it was it looked personal so he made a detour to the other side of camp before silently lying down near the other teen that he had walked with sense he had joined the strange group. If memory served the other was called Yazunn, he offered the other a small smile as his nine tails slowly lowered to the ground.