FOX
Oh, Fox is just fine. You know, as soon as he rolls the allogator off his fuuuuuucking leg. "Mm, this thing is just real heavy," he grunts, using the leg that's free to shove at the dead weight, managing to kick himself free and flopping back against the muddy riverbank, chest heaving. He's soaking wet and covered in dirt, but he's alive and the gator is dead, and that, he thinks, is a win.
"Thanks for the help." He gazes up at Tal (somewhat upside down right now, but it's fine), his tail flicking a small protest at being unceremoniously laid upon. "I'm Fox, by the way. Nice to meet you?" The Ancient is grinning now, because is it nice, really? Oh well.
"Thanks for the help." He gazes up at Tal (somewhat upside down right now, but it's fine), his tail flicking a small protest at being unceremoniously laid upon. "I'm Fox, by the way. Nice to meet you?" The Ancient is grinning now, because is it nice, really? Oh well.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
