FOX
"Hungry," comes a voice from the Oasis, out in the still, deep waters. And then another joins in, and another, and another. "Hungry! Food here. A picnic! Such a lovely day." A cacophony of voices makes it sound as though there might be a veritable party going on, though the source is unclear - perhaps on the other side of the shore? All El would need to do is swim across, and they might be able to sample some of the food that is surely abundant for everyone to share.
Such would be the case, of course, were any of the voices real. Alas, Fox has heard them call to people from all across the Oasis, from beneath some of the Bone Bridges and even in the water towards the Outer Islands. He's not there to hunt Echo Sharks (aka the source of the noise) - he's merely passing through, in truth - but the way they pipe up with such vigour does trouble him a little.
"Don't listen," he rumbles out in a warning to the stranger by the water - he doesn't know if they have any intention of doing just that, but it's better to be safe than sorry. "You're more likely to end up as food than to find any."
Such would be the case, of course, were any of the voices real. Alas, Fox has heard them call to people from all across the Oasis, from beneath some of the Bone Bridges and even in the water towards the Outer Islands. He's not there to hunt Echo Sharks (aka the source of the noise) - he's merely passing through, in truth - but the way they pipe up with such vigour does trouble him a little.
"Don't listen," he rumbles out in a warning to the stranger by the water - he doesn't know if they have any intention of doing just that, but it's better to be safe than sorry. "You're more likely to end up as food than to find any."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
