Reiner doggedly keeps walking until he feels they are far enough from town, heading off the path then where there is not too much undergrowth, so they can be certain they will be all alone. Reiner might not be familiar with this place, but even he can see that this trail is an often used one, beaten flat under the passage of many, many feet.
When Bertolt catches up with him, he'll find Reiner leaning against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and his brows drawn together. His eyes are on the strange, many-tailed fox, but he is not really looking at it, too lost in thought. He doesn't look up until Bertolt says his name, his eyes flicking down to trapinch for a moment, before looking back up at him. "Tell me everything that happened."
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Reiner doggedly keeps walking until he feels they are far enough from town, heading off the path then where there is not too much undergrowth, so they can be certain they will be all alone. Reiner might not be familiar with this place, but even he can see that this trail is an often used one, beaten flat under the passage of many, many feet.
When Bertolt catches up with him, he'll find Reiner leaning against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and his brows drawn together. His eyes are on the strange, many-tailed fox, but he is not really looking at it, too lost in thought. He doesn't look up until Bertolt says his name, his eyes flicking down to trapinch for a moment, before looking back up at him. "Tell me everything that happened."