Apparently e the m, the Belonging was more important for a Kitsuhan Kiko uood. It was the crux of her bubbly, boung step back at SIR, and being taken from that was what had caused such despair. So when she woke and dressed in the m, there was a woman outside her tent. With an aura of glory and five tails behind her, she had an ied colour pallet that marked her out as special. She stretched out a hand to Kiko, and took her off to a special tent where a dozen Kitsunes, all with a siail were found. Joined in a circle simir to the one she had in SIR, the five tail would take her position at the head of the circle and invite Kiko to take the hands of those o her.

  Joining in, she was immediately blown out of the grey world and filled with purpose and desire once again. The world had colour and the air had smell. Her blood flowed again and there was a song in the air that was so beautiful. It was quite terrifying how different it was to be separated from this pseudo-hive, but right now she didn't care about how bad it was to be outside it, just that she was i again.

  Chittering, it seemed, was a universal Kitsuhing, as those that made up her circle immediately mobbed her and circled around her as they were shifted out of the tent by the woman with five tails. Here, she regaled tales of the city and of her exploits in SIR. Chores were an every day thing, but Kiko didn't mind ing up and cooking with them around. It was great to be with ain, and she never expected to miss sleeping with another so much. The guy she was in the bed of didn't seem to even sider the idea of doing anything, and they just slept until the m.

  Though, the Belonging wasn't all a good thing. With the return of emotion came emotional reas. Slowly wearing her patieo the bo all boiled over when she pricked herself yet again with the goddamned needle! Her fingers were covered in tiny wounds from the prig, and she threw the clothes to the ground with a scream.

  "Fuck! What the fuck am I doing here!?" She shouted, standing up and raging at the sky. "I am not a seamstress. I am not a ue, and I am hardly a cook. I am a fug SIR Agent!" she screamed. "Recruit. Whatever! Literally, what the hell am I doing here?!"

  Her outburst caused he whole camp to pause and stare. And, to attract the woman who had been at her Belonging. Clearly an important person, as the crowd gathered around her parted at her presence, and she spoke with fidenbsp;“Give us a moment”

  Everyone backed off at that, but kept an eye on what was going on anyway because it was iing. Few city foxes came here, and people wondered if they were all so unstable.

  "You. You were there at the Belonging" Kiko almost accused, her eyes burning with emotion as she was ready to savage ao get her answers.

  “Mmm. First thing I ever got to do. I don’t bme him, I ualy why he did it. But it still hurt” the woman had a mournful voice, ohat made Kiko want to cry. But, she was to with fire to let it happen.

  “I suck at the pronoun game” Kiko replied, body tense from the overboiling of emotion.

  “Ahh, yes. No doubt he hasn’t told you anything about it, would kind of defeat the whole purpose if he did. Guess he never got anyone else either....not that I expected he would. Wasn't his kind of thing” The woman tihe pronoun game, as if teasing her or something. But from the tone, Kiko could tell she was just nervous and dragging out this to work up the ce to say what she o say.

  “I’m Yeni, your mother” She eventually mao get out. Kiko, for her part, defted almost immediately. Fmes extinguished in an instant. This was why she was here, what she had e for. Why she was so angry, because she had e for this woman, who just didn't even turn up. Uo really say anything, she just stared.

  “Oh……”