FOX
Humming a soft grumble of agreement as Tal realises the unfortunate reality the Grounds exists in, Fox follows in the direction of the Inner Quarter, hazarding a brief glance over his shoulder as if to check whether Boreal has had any luck dragging the rest of the carcass with them.
"Oh?" The laugh that huffs out of him is a surprise even to the hunter, and he acquiesces with a gentle nod. "I guess we could. Perhaps I'll throw up a notice with a poll. We could be... the Inflated Grounds?" Was that the opposite of Hollowed?
Rubbing absently at a streak of drying mud on the back of his hand, Fox finds himself with a renewed respect for the man beside him, to care so much for his home and to defend it so thoroughly. "Halo is lucky to have you," he says.
"Oh?" The laugh that huffs out of him is a surprise even to the hunter, and he acquiesces with a gentle nod. "I guess we could. Perhaps I'll throw up a notice with a poll. We could be... the Inflated Grounds?" Was that the opposite of Hollowed?
Rubbing absently at a streak of drying mud on the back of his hand, Fox finds himself with a renewed respect for the man beside him, to care so much for his home and to defend it so thoroughly. "Halo is lucky to have you," he says.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
