Well, this was interesting. THAT was very much not a real fox.
Morrigan trotted over, rabbit still in her mouth, spitting it out only to transform into her regular human shape, in her regular human clothes, sitting cross-legged on the ground and staring at him.
Re: Fighty: Evening
Morrigan trotted over, rabbit still in her mouth, spitting it out only to transform into her regular human shape, in her regular human clothes, sitting cross-legged on the ground and staring at him.
"Well now. What, pray tell, are you?"