It isn't much of a decision for Fox, in truth.
He snuffles along in Thalassa's wake at first, rocky hide steaming in the cold air where streams of lava can be just about seen peeking through it, his nose down and his mind wholly focused. Passing over the days old tracks and knowing them to be a red herring, once they get on the trail of something more fresh (if not more dangerous, potentially) he picks up his pace.
Oh, and then there's blood on the air, and it all but seals the deal, in truth. Under the spell of his bloodlust in moments, the fyrhund grates out a noise that's the equivalent of a bark for an animal like he is, and instantly sets off to find the source of the smell.
Fox is enticed by the scent of blood and follows after it!
He snuffles along in Thalassa's wake at first, rocky hide steaming in the cold air where streams of lava can be just about seen peeking through it, his nose down and his mind wholly focused. Passing over the days old tracks and knowing them to be a red herring, once they get on the trail of something more fresh (if not more dangerous, potentially) he picks up his pace.
Oh, and then there's blood on the air, and it all but seals the deal, in truth. Under the spell of his bloodlust in moments, the fyrhund grates out a noise that's the equivalent of a bark for an animal like he is, and instantly sets off to find the source of the smell.
Fox is enticed by the scent of blood and follows after it!
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.
