The fox flicked an ear at the reassurance, dipping his head to give the shin one last nose over, as if checking for himself that the blond who had defended them both so ably was indeed unhurt. He was going to be limping for a day or two, but then, his leg was much smaller. He was much smaller! And the gourds had been correspondingly larger in comparison, able to do more damage.
Not that being in his human form would have helped much, really. He wasn’t a fighter by preference, and his weapon of choice was a poor one for dealing with numerous small foes that needed to be smashed rather than poked. And besides, once he had an audience there hadn’t been any chance of him changing back. Old habits died too hard, and he was still far too new to this world.
Besides, he rather liked the other man treating him like a fox. Well, mostly like a fox. They had made a good team in their respective shapes and Jigano was feeling more at home in his own skin than he had in awhile. There was something simple and freeing about not being able to speak to someone, to meet them through body language and a shared adventure without worrying about words getting in the way.
He had other ways to communicate, and to get information in this form, anyways. Ears flagged half-back, careful in case Rory moved quickly, he leaned forward tentatively to sniff the offered hand and sift the scents that he found there. Pumpkin, strongest and foremost of course, but there was horse as well. Something doggy… more then one. And was that… goat? Simple, rural smells. Homey, even, and no trace of blood or violence.
Slowly his ears perked forwards again and when the hand turned upwards he tensed but didn’t pull away. The scratching felt… oddly good, actually, and he let his eyes close a little, relaxing slowly at the unusual but pleasant experience. Normally he didn’t care for being touched without invitation, and never in fox-form but… this was nice. Yes. Definitely nice. Letting his eyes close completely he tilted his jaw into Rory’s fingers, willing to swallow his pride a little longer to enjoy the new experience.
Not that being in his human form would have helped much, really. He wasn’t a fighter by preference, and his weapon of choice was a poor one for dealing with numerous small foes that needed to be smashed rather than poked. And besides, once he had an audience there hadn’t been any chance of him changing back. Old habits died too hard, and he was still far too new to this world.
Besides, he rather liked the other man treating him like a fox. Well, mostly like a fox. They had made a good team in their respective shapes and Jigano was feeling more at home in his own skin than he had in awhile. There was something simple and freeing about not being able to speak to someone, to meet them through body language and a shared adventure without worrying about words getting in the way.
He had other ways to communicate, and to get information in this form, anyways. Ears flagged half-back, careful in case Rory moved quickly, he leaned forward tentatively to sniff the offered hand and sift the scents that he found there. Pumpkin, strongest and foremost of course, but there was horse as well. Something doggy… more then one. And was that… goat? Simple, rural smells. Homey, even, and no trace of blood or violence.
Slowly his ears perked forwards again and when the hand turned upwards he tensed but didn’t pull away. The scratching felt… oddly good, actually, and he let his eyes close a little, relaxing slowly at the unusual but pleasant experience. Normally he didn’t care for being touched without invitation, and never in fox-form but… this was nice. Yes. Definitely nice. Letting his eyes close completely he tilted his jaw into Rory’s fingers, willing to swallow his pride a little longer to enjoy the new experience.
