Ianto
"Well, isn't that good to hear," Ianto said with a smile that flashed his gold teeth. "Since there's no one else coming, I suppose I'll help clear the ground. I have no wings - not in a form you'd find useful - and I am not a fighter, madam." With a roguish little bow, he went ahead to approach the tough and frozen ground they were to work with.
The hoe and shovel could wait, however - Ianto shifted into a much fluffier form, the red fox sniffing about and digging up weeds with claws much better suited to the task. Once he was finished with that, he'd shift back to even out the ground.
Ianto decides to clear the ground, using a combination of the tools provided and his fox shift.
The hoe and shovel could wait, however - Ianto shifted into a much fluffier form, the red fox sniffing about and digging up weeds with claws much better suited to the task. Once he was finished with that, he'd shift back to even out the ground.
Ianto decides to clear the ground, using a combination of the tools provided and his fox shift.