FOX
Having made a circuit through Torchline and to the Climb once, Fox is trying to make a habit of, you know, leaving the little bubble of the Hollowed Grounds. He's been making use of the skyports despite getting horrendously travel sick, though that means he's looking a little green around the gills as he walks Haulani's sunny streets.
At the sight of someone - an Ancient, it looks like? - lingering outside what looks like it wants to be a shop one day, the hunter lets curiosity get the better of him and approaches on careful feet. He's never met another of his race before, and the young man looks, well, not lost exactly, but not comfortable either.
"Hey," he murmurs. "Everything okay? Do you need a hand?"
At the sight of someone - an Ancient, it looks like? - lingering outside what looks like it wants to be a shop one day, the hunter lets curiosity get the better of him and approaches on careful feet. He's never met another of his race before, and the young man looks, well, not lost exactly, but not comfortable either.
"Hey," he murmurs. "Everything okay? Do you need a hand?"
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
