FOX
"I definitely prefer dogs," Fox mutters, though that's likely due to his Fyrhund shift, in all honesty. Still, he patiently holds the net aloft until Kiada can wrap it in the towel and the twine, and he can practically feel the animosity oozing out of the creature within. Wrinkling his nose, nonetheless the hunter lets his shoulders sag with a sigh, and he steps close enough to Kiada to slip his arm around her waist.
"Do you think we ought to get a birdcage for it while we're here?" he asks softly. "Mainly because, uh... I don't think I can stomach another trip on a skyship before tomorrow. If we stay here overnight I might be able to pluck up the courage." With a self-deprecating smile, he's sure Kiada will also appreciate not having to hold his hair while he throws up again any time soon.
"Do you think we ought to get a birdcage for it while we're here?" he asks softly. "Mainly because, uh... I don't think I can stomach another trip on a skyship before tomorrow. If we stay here overnight I might be able to pluck up the courage." With a self-deprecating smile, he's sure Kiada will also appreciate not having to hold his hair while he throws up again any time soon.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
