He couldn't arch a brow ridge, but he tilted his head to give her an amused look at hearing this his continued lack of culinary interest in her was 'good.' He continued to listen as she worked her way through her confusion over where she belonged and what she wanted to do, weighing the wishes of others against her own desires. It was much the same as he'd been hearing from others recently, those who had once thrown themselves selflessly - and thoughtlessly - into helping and protecting the world. Himself not least among them.
While she took stock of herself, he looked around to make sure there were no stragglers that might threaten them, considering ruefully how different the experience of smashing pumpkins was in a big, powerful body like this instead of in his smaller fox form. In another month or so it would be the second anniversary of the day he and Rory had met, fighting off gourds together in the Woodlands, and the thought warmed him. Freina's voice was a distraction that quickly drew him back to earth as he looked back at her gratitude, barely holding in the snort at her lack of enthusiasm. He couldn't help but let it out at her question, though, a whistling sort of laugh like a giant teakettle at the boil emerging from his pointed muzzle.
Two Quanils was a frankly terrifying thought, and he shook his head in fervent negation at the mention of her turning into her excitable sibling. Standing from his crouch and shaking his sinuous body to resettle his wings, he gestured towards Sanctuary with his head and waited to see what she would chose to do.
While she took stock of herself, he looked around to make sure there were no stragglers that might threaten them, considering ruefully how different the experience of smashing pumpkins was in a big, powerful body like this instead of in his smaller fox form. In another month or so it would be the second anniversary of the day he and Rory had met, fighting off gourds together in the Woodlands, and the thought warmed him. Freina's voice was a distraction that quickly drew him back to earth as he looked back at her gratitude, barely holding in the snort at her lack of enthusiasm. He couldn't help but let it out at her question, though, a whistling sort of laugh like a giant teakettle at the boil emerging from his pointed muzzle.
Two Quanils was a frankly terrifying thought, and he shook his head in fervent negation at the mention of her turning into her excitable sibling. Standing from his crouch and shaking his sinuous body to resettle his wings, he gestured towards Sanctuary with his head and waited to see what she would chose to do.
