FOX
"A what?" Fox asks, unable to help himself. His eyebrows raise to hear Morgen's description of the creature, the hunter shifting his pack on his shoulder. "Gods. Sounds like the banshees we get up towards the Grounds and the Greatwood. Hearing those crying at night isn't a sound you forget easy."
Following the wrangler's directions over said ridge, Fox's shoulders relax a little in relief. "I was going to ask if you knew anywhere worth making camp," he admits. "If it's not too much trouble I'd not say no to joining you. I can offer a little jerky of my own, and some fruitcake and coffee." A veritable feast, you might say.
"Feel free to go at your pace - I'll catch up," he adds, not wanting to keep the man and the herd from his work.
Following the wrangler's directions over said ridge, Fox's shoulders relax a little in relief. "I was going to ask if you knew anywhere worth making camp," he admits. "If it's not too much trouble I'd not say no to joining you. I can offer a little jerky of my own, and some fruitcake and coffee." A veritable feast, you might say.
"Feel free to go at your pace - I'll catch up," he adds, not wanting to keep the man and the herd from his work.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
