"I suppose my time is done here." Said Reynard almost somberly.
"You're leaving?" John asked.
"My duty was only to locate you and get you to safety, nothing more, nothing less." the fox responded
"I thought you were a spirit guide?"
"That I am, but I'm not your guardian spirit. He shall turn up in time." As Reynard said these words, his body fading away - fading back into the Astral realm, dwelling of the spirits and the divine.
Soon the only remnant of Reynard's presence were words echoing in the air: "
"Farewell, brother. Perhaps our paths will intertwine again."