skill: ranger 2/5 [BWP - howlentine's!]

She had that far off look and it was clear that she wasn't here. She was probably with her girls who stayed behind for now. But what he knew, and she had to know, was that those girls could handle anything. Fox didn't think there was much that they wouldn't manage to accomplish if they put their minds to it. Mhm.... He understood what she was saying - she would always consider her girls first in every decision. Fable had proven to him time and time again the type of mother that she could be. She would put the girls ahead of herself every time.

Fox hadn't thought too much about time. There was before he had been taken from his family, and then there was when he found his home. They could be two different things at the same time or the same things at many times. What the Kingdom had done for him had been to provide him a shelter as he had grown and found his footing in service to others. It brought him a considerable amount of joy to be seen as helpful to them. Before he had met Fable, he'd felt like he had no purpose and had been just aimlessly wandering. And since that time he found purpose in their daily life together, the natural sort of dance they had fallen into. Sometimes he helped her parents. Sometimes he helped her daughters. Sometimes he made sure that they were also taking care of her.

He took comfort in the proximity and the warmth of having her pressed against him. He realized, a bit sourly, that he wouldn't wrap an arm around her to keep her close when it was windy. He hadn't properly known the cold of Talamh, but fall had been in full force. It seemed perhaps Mythris was just a bit ahead of time, but he didn't know how much. It would probably have just made his head hurt like the way it had the first time Epona, Conor, and Fable had all tried explaining to him how this would work.

He listened and nodded, that little flash of concern in his gaze when Fable pointed out how much Aisling missed her sisters. I'm sure they miss her too. It's strange not looking over and seeing Nauus or Illi. Fox agreed. Not to mention, since when is Aisling so tall? Foxglove couldn't help but chuckle at that. He'd have to get them to stand up shoulder to shoulder and see who was taller, Aisling or Fable. Bichette can still learn from you and Epona, and then she can help make sure the girls catch up quick too. He'd always thought it was easier to have many places to gain knowledge. It meant if one place confused you, there were still other options.

He bumped his shoulder to hers when she teased him about perhaps overfeeding the colt. But hey - he'd managed, hadn't he? Wasn't it your mother who mentioned the way to win a man over is by appealing to his stomach? He quipped, but it was playful. He knew here he'd be doing the hunting and providing. That was enough to warm his cheeks a hint at the possessive tone it had and how he wanted to be in that role. Niamh helped me out too. He would always give credit where it was due, after all.

These trips, short as they were, he'd missed. Of course they'd managed plenty of time to themselves too, where Fable taught him how to function as a human. It was entirely different leaving the packlands to explore the strange details of the world they had come back to. Its going to be hard for us. He agreed, but suddenly the thought was a bit sluggish, and that confused him. It seemed the harder that he tried to chase the thought the further it got away from him but Fable managed to tether him again. Gotta be.... Fox looked over at her, the pink glow bouncing off the cream and blush hues Fable already held. He was looking at her too long.

He looked at the fire again as they drew closer, his nose scrunching up at the smell. He wasn't used to being able to smell the world properly again. Ever seen somethin' like it? Fox felt his thoughts lighter, the stress of the heavy weight of the many 'Unknowns' he knew about the world right then just.....faded away. His body felt lighter, and while he wasn't a depressed man and was often a tease, his smile had a more relaxed tone to it, like he'd just sank into a hotspring.