FOX
It's with his muscles burning (and Danta is right - the heat of exertion is welcome in the snow) and his stomach threatening to rumble that their work comes to (mostly) an end, and Fox shakes out his hands in relief. "I can pull one of the carts," he volunteers, flashing a small smile to Raelyn and nodding to one of them still being loaded up with wood. If she can help finish that up, he can start pulling it towards freedom.
The volunteers help too, and with someone helping to push the cart at the back, Fox grabs the handles at the front and begins to manoeuvre through the snowdrifts that Danta has continued to clear. "Glad we won't have to do this again in a hurry," he grunts; with the eternal fire promised at the end of all of this, hopefully they can warm their palms whenever they need.
Fox takes the cart!
The volunteers help too, and with someone helping to push the cart at the back, Fox grabs the handles at the front and begins to manoeuvre through the snowdrifts that Danta has continued to clear. "Glad we won't have to do this again in a hurry," he grunts; with the eternal fire promised at the end of all of this, hopefully they can warm their palms whenever they need.
Fox takes the cart!
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
