are you telling this story or am I?
Do I gotta choose? My favourite shift is pretty and useful, Fiadh boasts, chirping at the canine as he lopes up beside her. The footing is more even here and it makes it easier to hop over logs or scramble through the undergrowth, and she's definitely caught the scent of herself, so they should find their way back to the Stonesong(ish) in no time at all. How 'bout you show me your favourite one? Favourite shift, that is.
Gazing over her shoulder at him with golden eyes primed for mischief, the vixen snorts and shakes out her fur. Well ain't I lucky? Wouldn't wanna have to bribe you to get you not to murder me. Because that's just a waste of good stock. Her ears prick up at the sound of running water, faint but persistent, and she breaks out into a trot to get to the riverbanks quicker.
Gazing over her shoulder at him with golden eyes primed for mischief, the vixen snorts and shakes out her fur. Well ain't I lucky? Wouldn't wanna have to bribe you to get you not to murder me. Because that's just a waste of good stock. Her ears prick up at the sound of running water, faint but persistent, and she breaks out into a trot to get to the riverbanks quicker.
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
