Fox has pure instinct combined with bloodlust to thank for his actions in the next few moments, because as they come across the pack of wolves and the slain luxere, his stony hackles are already rising, teeth pulled back in a snarl. Thalassa and Maea are considered part of his pack, at least, and as the leader peels away and the Ancient at his side presses forward, Fox is right there with her.
The dagger streaks through the air and the fyrhund is on the move, heavy paws kicking up snow that begins to steam from the heat of his body. Jaws part and a moment later a vibrant gout of fire leaves them, aimed directly at the alpha and the rest of its meagre cohorts standing behind.
Fox runs out and breathes fire at the alpha!
The dagger streaks through the air and the fyrhund is on the move, heavy paws kicking up snow that begins to steam from the heat of his body. Jaws part and a moment later a vibrant gout of fire leaves them, aimed directly at the alpha and the rest of its meagre cohorts standing behind.
Fox runs out and breathes fire at the alpha!
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.
