Vulpe
Vulpe turned her path from Tulsa, sick with grief. Mouse had disappeared again, this time no one knew how. Before at least, they had known why. How. Who. Now, nothing was certain. The Pack of Mouse's had retreated into an almost catatonic state, only whimpering occasionally. Vulpe knew that meant something horrendously bad had happened. They wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink, she was pretty sure they weren't sleeping. Or they hadn't slept last night. She'd spent the night curled up with them, so she would know.
The comforting press of warm furred bodies. The light sigh of their breathing, broken occasionally by those heart broken little whimpers. She'd slept uneasily with them, sharing their pain along with their body warmth. It wasn't something she often did, retreat to the fox whose brush she carried and was tarred with. But last night she had needed it. And then she had slipped out a window like a ghost. Not wanting to talk to those who had had Mouse and let her slip through their fingers. Blaming herself as much as she blamed them.
She stared out the window of the plane as it flew onwards, and gradually let her red eyes close. Her tail was tucked up into her lap, and she was dressed as a Muslim woman of the strictest sect, so her fur would not exite comment. Covered up from head to toe, with a mesh over her face. Not a skerrick of metal on her either. Not that that meant she wasn't armed. Just that they weren't made out of metal.
The planed landed and she woke up. She waited for everone else to pass her, then stepped out into the airport, secure in her anonymity. She passed her false passport over and then was soon walking into New Orleans proper. She disrobed in a toilet and set the robes on fire. Made of a special fibre, they disintergrated in seconds.
She was met at the meeting place by an older man with auburn hair and a neat little moustache.
"Bienvenue to N'Awlins, Vulpe. It is tres bien to see you again, cherie."
"Bonjour. You are m'sieur LeBeau?"
"Ouiai, cherie. Come. Tante Mattie hasn't had a young person to fuss over for the longest time."
"I would be honoured." She got into the limosine with him and drove to the LeBeau mansion.