there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
"Oh? Well, change of pace or no, I'm sorry to have pulled you into my mess, appreciative though I might be. But I suppose it's par for the course for Mort's demigod at this point, right?" Clasping Remi's hand with a warm, strong grip lined with callouses, Fox offers a wry smile in return. "And you as well. More than nice, given that you more than likely saved my life."
Stepping back again and brushing the leaves and other debris from his coat, he raises an eyebrow to hear about the nature of the Greatwood, the hunter tipping his head back to look at the canopy of fresh, green leaves overhead. "I'd heard the woods were particular like that. I've only been here once or twice myself, though," he confesses, spaded tail swishing at his heels.
"Luckily I'm also on my way home, which is out of here - so perhaps she'll take pity on me trying to leave her be and show me a route without any more excitement?"
Stepping back again and brushing the leaves and other debris from his coat, he raises an eyebrow to hear about the nature of the Greatwood, the hunter tipping his head back to look at the canopy of fresh, green leaves overhead. "I'd heard the woods were particular like that. I've only been here once or twice myself, though," he confesses, spaded tail swishing at his heels.
"Luckily I'm also on my way home, which is out of here - so perhaps she'll take pity on me trying to leave her be and show me a route without any more excitement?"
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
