FOX
"I will hold you to that," Fox says with a crooked smile, leaning in to receive the offered kiss before he's finally parting from Kiada to get to work as well. As the herd comes into view and the ranchers take their positions, he can already see Asta peeling away to the right, which suits the hunter just fine. In the next few steps he's shifting as well, hot and rocky paws hitting the parched earth, but he's on the move too quickly to risk setting any new fires.
Opting not to glance across at Asta's (larger, craggier and more fetchingly scarred) fyrhund, Fox circles to the left to join those on horseback to begin corralling the unicorns forward, ensuring none try to go rogue. He also takes his direction from the hired help, and there's no denying the freedom that comes from being able to just run for a while.
Fox shifts into a fyrhund and banks to the left!
Opting not to glance across at Asta's (larger, craggier and more fetchingly scarred) fyrhund, Fox circles to the left to join those on horseback to begin corralling the unicorns forward, ensuring none try to go rogue. He also takes his direction from the hired help, and there's no denying the freedom that comes from being able to just run for a while.
Fox shifts into a fyrhund and banks to the left!
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
