Where the gesture of touching his fur feels kind and personal, the familiar smile feels strangely ominous--- much like the moon that hung in the sky during their conversation to this point. Of course, knowing that sacrifice is not on the table strikes up that fox-like curiosity though tainted by an odd feeling.

What is the strategy, then? Is it something that unusual? Surely, a war council wouldn't have been called unless it was something far more drastic, right?

"Tell me your plan, Mikazuki. Trust this little fox."

Knowing might help him sleep for one final night.