Clickety-clak clickety-clack. The small, blue fennec trotted along beside his bondsman as she walked. The air smelled of musty wood, and sounded of coarse men making rough jokes. He had one comically large ear turned towards her attentively, although his equally over sized tail was flicking to and fro jovially. He was a handsome little creature, with plush fur covering him from tail to nose, though his coloration shifted from place to place. He was mostly black, but for a streak of white fur that began at his jaw, and ran the length of his underbelly. His feet too were white, but for the blue pads at the very bottom, which matched the shade of his tongue, and the flesh inside his ears. The only thing to set him apart as unique from other familiars, was a line of luminous runic script that cupped each of his blue eyes, and ran the length of his muzzle on either side, terminating at the beginning of his dark nose. "Kiera," said the Astral Fox quietly, as they passed a pair of rowdy smugglers that looked as if they'd had a bit too much to drink. "It could be fun. We could stick a whole pallet to the ceiling, and watch them scramble." He said. He was always up for some mischief, and waiting was perhaps his least favorite activity of all. As it was, Kiera and Lethanielestan had been with the smuggling ring for nearly a week, with nothing to show for it. The Familiar had been bored of it by the third day, but for Kiera's sake, he'd kept his mischievous nature under wraps. For the most part. He leaned his side up against her calf playfully. "They'd never know. You're an excellent actor."