He wasn't sure if the fox would take him up on the offer—not sure Talys would stand it, either, but he was reasonably sure, given the fact that the fox had dropped out of her saddle when he came out—and for a moment it looked like this was tonight's goodbye. The white creature turned away and took a few steps, and Rory bit his lower lip. It was the way of things, wasn't it? It wasn't his pet.
But then the creature turned around, and came running towards them, springing from the snow and landing neatly behind him. Talys snorted and tossed her head, but did little else; Rory's hand was still on her shoulder, scratching her. "Yeah, so rude, right?" he murmured brightly, before turning to look over his shoulder and give the fox a cheeky smile and twisting his arm to give it a light scratch atop the head. Then, he set off for home with his catch, wondering how long the fox was going to stick with them before eventually going back to its own life.
But then the creature turned around, and came running towards them, springing from the snow and landing neatly behind him. Talys snorted and tossed her head, but did little else; Rory's hand was still on her shoulder, scratching her. "Yeah, so rude, right?" he murmured brightly, before turning to look over his shoulder and give the fox a cheeky smile and twisting his arm to give it a light scratch atop the head. Then, he set off for home with his catch, wondering how long the fox was going to stick with them before eventually going back to its own life.
