Fox has promised Kiada that he will try to do better with his bloodlust. It doesn't come on all that often, in truth - not like some of the other Ancients he's met, anyway - but the gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach is once again beginning to become a problem.
This time, at least, he's not left it long enough to become quite so withdrawn and snappy, and the note he'd found couldn't have come at a better time. Perhaps in a group setting the act wouldn't be quite so difficult.
Arriving just as bundled up as the others, he offers a polite if not tired smile of greeting to his fellow hunting party(?). "Hello," he greets. "My name is Fox. Is this the gathering for the hunt?"
Fox arrives for the hunt!
This time, at least, he's not left it long enough to become quite so withdrawn and snappy, and the note he'd found couldn't have come at a better time. Perhaps in a group setting the act wouldn't be quite so difficult.
Arriving just as bundled up as the others, he offers a polite if not tired smile of greeting to his fellow hunting party(?). "Hello," he greets. "My name is Fox. Is this the gathering for the hunt?"
Fox arrives for the hunt!
fox
i'm a pagan of the good times
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
