FOX
Trying not to think about how inelegant (read: stupid) he probably looked trying to frantically wade to dry land, Fox gets himself beside his new apparent ally lickity-fucking-split. "Thanks," he pants, sweeping a hand back through his hair and glancing across at the other man. "You're staying?" He doesn't mean to sound surprised, but in fairness, Fox has no idea that he's staring at a fellow monster hunter.
Still, he isn't about to say no to a helping hand.
"I think killing it would be a really good idea," he reasons, falling back into a crouch and shifting at the same time.
The fyrhund's rocky armour plating is much more likely to shrug off a hit from an allogator's maw (not that Fox wants to test the theory, but here we are), and as the murder-log out in the water finally snaps free of its muzzle, Fox unhinges his jaw (something to put on his dating profile) and lets loose a jet of fire towards it.
Still, he isn't about to say no to a helping hand.
"I think killing it would be a really good idea," he reasons, falling back into a crouch and shifting at the same time.
The fyrhund's rocky armour plating is much more likely to shrug off a hit from an allogator's maw (not that Fox wants to test the theory, but here we are), and as the murder-log out in the water finally snaps free of its muzzle, Fox unhinges his jaw (something to put on his dating profile) and lets loose a jet of fire towards it.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
