OLIVER
A low growl leaves the fox as he finds himself shifting back into his human form, but not before making sure he was fully in front of the doe (obviously to be dramatic).
Standing tall in front of the doe, Oliver glares at the fae. "Please leave her be... I know I can help her." It is simple and to the point. He doesn't want to start a fight and he can understand why she'd choose to attack, but he also knows how important the doe is. The doe has a fawn, one probably very close by, and it would be awful to let that fawn die. Kill a stag, sure, but not a mother.
Oliver was prepared for opposition, but he hoped it wouldn't come to it. For now, he stared forward, his back straight and tense. Hopefully, it wouldn't come down to it, but he knew nothing of this fae. Nothing of how she'd treat him, especially seeing as she didn't even consider the fact that he could've been an Attuned.
Standing tall in front of the doe, Oliver glares at the fae. "Please leave her be... I know I can help her." It is simple and to the point. He doesn't want to start a fight and he can understand why she'd choose to attack, but he also knows how important the doe is. The doe has a fawn, one probably very close by, and it would be awful to let that fawn die. Kill a stag, sure, but not a mother.
Oliver was prepared for opposition, but he hoped it wouldn't come to it. For now, he stared forward, his back straight and tense. Hopefully, it wouldn't come down to it, but he knew nothing of this fae. Nothing of how she'd treat him, especially seeing as she didn't even consider the fact that he could've been an Attuned.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
