FOX
There's no denying that this isn't Fox's first, second or even third choice when it comes to spending his time off in Longheat, but a few persuasive words from Kiada and he's anyone's - so here he is. Dressed in a loose flannel shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans already smudged with dust and smoke, he's shielding his eyes even over his sunglasses to try to spot the herd in question, just about able to make them out in the distance.
"I'll use my fyrhund as well," he decides, stepping a little closer to Kia and slipping an arm around her to give her a gentle squeeze. "I trust you'll keep me from getting gored by a unicorn?" he asks in a lower voice, smiling to her. Or being eaten by Asta? he might have added, but given the size of the herd and the work they'll be doing, he intends to keep away from the tall Ancient as best he can.
Fox will herd as a fyrhund!
"I'll use my fyrhund as well," he decides, stepping a little closer to Kia and slipping an arm around her to give her a gentle squeeze. "I trust you'll keep me from getting gored by a unicorn?" he asks in a lower voice, smiling to her. Or being eaten by Asta? he might have added, but given the size of the herd and the work they'll be doing, he intends to keep away from the tall Ancient as best he can.
Fox will herd as a fyrhund!
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
