FOX
The grunt of falling trees and splintering wood is almost music to Fox's ears given the exertion of getting this far, the Ancient stepping back to catch his breath for a few moments. His hands are on fire and he looks forward to taking care of them once everything is finished here - but there's more to do yet. Feeling none of the Deepfrost chill thanks to the exercise, he nods at Danta's orders and takes up his axe yet again.
There should be more than enough firewood for the bonfire and then some by the time they're finished, and he works in short, blunt strokes to section up the trunk and begin cutting it into smaller logs. "Could probably make a store of kindling with what's leftover here," he remarks, though he's mostly focused on the task at hand.
Chop chop for Fox!
There should be more than enough firewood for the bonfire and then some by the time they're finished, and he works in short, blunt strokes to section up the trunk and begin cutting it into smaller logs. "Could probably make a store of kindling with what's leftover here," he remarks, though he's mostly focused on the task at hand.
Chop chop for Fox!
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
