Snapping his teeth after the departing wolves as if tempted to make chase on them for no other reason than a bit of fun, Fox is luckily distracted by the heady stench of very fresh blood. Instinctively his teeth are bared at the larger predator - molten tigers aren't to be trifled with and he knows it - but he seems welcome enough.
And so, on careful paws he pads around to the other side of the tiger, leaving space for Thalassa to join as well before he dives in, muzzle deep into the carcass to feast on the still warm flesh. Perhaps it's because it's a predator that he doesn't feel so guilty about it. Or maybe it's because he's a fyrhund, and that will hit later. Either way, Fox feasts, and he is sated.
Fox chows down with Maea!
And so, on careful paws he pads around to the other side of the tiger, leaving space for Thalassa to join as well before he dives in, muzzle deep into the carcass to feast on the still warm flesh. Perhaps it's because it's a predator that he doesn't feel so guilty about it. Or maybe it's because he's a fyrhund, and that will hit later. Either way, Fox feasts, and he is sated.
Fox chows down with Maea!
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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.
