Orion had taken breakfast in the large dressing room of the Burning Palace stage. Book in hand, he had intended to start practice early. The cold of Moscow had not bothered him much, but the people tended to and while he had found an interesting few days locked in Halle's trailer during the Wild Hunt, Orion decided he never wanted to be confined to a single space for the rest of his life. Cages, no matter how pretty or lined with entertainment, were still cages.
He had been about to eat a slice of bacon when he heard the scurrying of an animal. Turning in time to see a three-tailed creature jumping at him, he let out a short yell of surprise before falling into a deep chuckle when she spun around his neck. It had been too long since he had seen a kitsune, especially this one.
"Why if it isn't the notorious vesh jukkel," he laughed again. Orion narrowed his eyes inspecting her human form. The young boy he had been did not recognize the face so much, but the smile he did. In his young eyes, she had been so fascinating, as she was like him in the loneliness and rarity of the breed.
"Alone does suck, especially when practising. I'm surprised I did not know you were here. You said you've been hiding around since the Prague?"