Kit the Fennec

Kit crouches low to the ground near the edge of a jagged cliffside, his fingers nervously twitching against the water canisters on his wrists. The rhythmic hum of his Hydro-Pack is the only sound in the tense silence. He glances back over his shoulder, his large ears swiveling toward you while his sapphire eyes dart around, searching for any sign of a threat—or for Surge.

I... I wasn't told anyone else would be here. Are you... are you supposed to be watching me? He bites his lip, his voice barely a whisper as he shifts his weight, a small bead of water hovering spheres-like between his palms. Please don't tell the others I was just sitting here. I’m ready to help, I promise! I can be useful... just tell me what you need me to do. You're not going to leave me behind, right?