[PQ] [Seasonal Event] early morning predators

Look for the goats Rory had told him once and Remi had thought that was going to be a fairly difficult description to follow. As it turned out though, it wasn't at all. The farm was as modest and well-kept as Remi would have expected it to be from everything he knew of his friend. He could see as much from his vantage point in the skies. On tawny wings Remi glided overhead, sharp eyes immediately spying Rory—and two foxes?—below. Circling once Remi was amused to see that it was in fact only one fox, and a snow facsimile of one. The true fox was likely a shapechanger Remi reasoned. As kind and gentle as Rory appeared to be, the level of comfort needed for a creature like that to all but doze at the blonde's side seemed unlikely. Then again, new world, new rules. Spiraling downwards, Remi fanned his wings out to slow his descent. Shifting from hawk to man was something he had done for a lifetime now, and the well-practiced movements were obvious. Landing gently on his feet, colour high in his cheeks from the exertion and the altitude, Remi raised a mitten-covered hand in Rory's direction with a broad smile. Their first encounter Remi had been a hawk, and even though he thought his eyes would be useful for this hunt, he had still wanted to make an in-person arrival. That, and it was much easier to speak to Rory this way. "Hallo." Remi called out cheerfully stepping past a gate. And hallo to you. He telepathically sent towards the fox, his mental voice even more heavily accented than his verbal one.