OLIVER
It would soon become obvious that the strange man wasn't an attuned, but he also didn't seem to be a hunter either. Then again, Oliver wasn't exactly sure why he had the tasty meat on him, so maybe he was just a fisherman? It didn't really matter what he was in the end. For now, Oliver felt pretty safe with him. The man hadn't done anything to hurt him and honestly, part of him did want to shift back to thank the man for what he did, but isn't that like. Super awkward? How do attuned people deal with this kind of predicament?
The man seemed content enough to speak with him, so Oliver didn't mind as much. Turning to look towards he view, he shut his eyes for a few moments, allowing the breeze to brush against his fur, his ears pinning against his head in bliss. Reopening his eyes, the little fox would turn to look back at the man and he'd nod, hoping to show that he did understand him. Maybe he was being a tad bit weird...actually, super weird, but he couldn't exactly back out on it now.
Standing right back up, Oliver took a few steps closer to the man, hoping to get the man to speak a bit more...or maybe give him so ear scratches. It had been too long since he was properly pampered and fuck did he miss it.
The man seemed content enough to speak with him, so Oliver didn't mind as much. Turning to look towards he view, he shut his eyes for a few moments, allowing the breeze to brush against his fur, his ears pinning against his head in bliss. Reopening his eyes, the little fox would turn to look back at the man and he'd nod, hoping to show that he did understand him. Maybe he was being a tad bit weird...actually, super weird, but he couldn't exactly back out on it now.
Standing right back up, Oliver took a few steps closer to the man, hoping to get the man to speak a bit more...or maybe give him so ear scratches. It had been too long since he was properly pampered and fuck did he miss it.
A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
