No one is more surprised than Fox that he's successful in managing to put the training dummies to rights, the Ancient stepping back and smiling through the rain to notice that he hasn't done a half bad job. And no, he hasn't done anything similar before, honestly - he's always been a hunter rather than a soldier, but it's good to know that his resourcefulness has been put to good use here.
"Hm? Oh, sure!" Nodding to Noah, he sweeps his wet hair out of his face and crosses the muddy terrain to pick up a rake and join in the efforts of levelling out the field. "I can't remember a Flowerbirth with more rain," he points out, wrinkling his nose out beyond the barracks.
Fox rakes!
"Hm? Oh, sure!" Nodding to Noah, he sweeps his wet hair out of his face and crosses the muddy terrain to pick up a rake and join in the efforts of levelling out the field. "I can't remember a Flowerbirth with more rain," he points out, wrinkling his nose out beyond the barracks.
Fox rakes!
fox
i'm a pagan of the good times
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
