return of the other fox | curse caused thought to text transmission

[weifinder]

Crouch, stay low, watch the wings. High. Still. Beating fast, then tucked, it dives, moving, leap, and hah! Caught, caught, struggles, feathers fall, help, who will help contain these captured birds?

Henhouse, henhouse, where are you, thumbs are so useful at times like these, oh, yes, right, you're still here, and you are...?

( wei wuxian is still in fox form (think red fox sized, black fur), capturing birds by mouth. did he just nab one going after you? will you help him store these birds? please help him he has no thumbs to open doors or cages so he's shoving them into empty sacks, as you do )

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[balancedwire]

[ Wuxian would, possibly, get a smile out of Xie Yun and he shakes his head, leading him back towards the area indicated. Even if there hadn't been a forge, of some sort, he's good with his hands. Something would've been built. ]

How many have you caught?

[weifinder]

( he sets to trotting, an easy gait now that hadn't started that way. the bird in mouth offers complaint, but even where it catches his lip to bite, wuxian doesn't flinch. )

Numbers, numbers, seven sacks I think, then one caught under the basket by fortune and timing, not that the man who owned the basket agreed with the timing part. I've misled more birds than I've caught, I can hardly net them like this, ah? I tried!

[balancedwire]

[ Seven sacks of birds and one caught under the basket. That? It's a lot of birds. When they do get to the cage, he opens it, and even tilts it so that the fox can place his bird into the cage first. ]

Looks like we've got quite a bit to do then.

[ There's more than one cage, after all. ]

[weifinder]

( a wet huff of air around the bird in his mouth, before he cabby's his head to stick his muzzle into the cage and spit said bird, who realises it's wings function not long after he has. flitting wetly to the far side of the cage, it sets to berating them both in a series of cheeping chirps. )

It's around where they're repairing the downed wards, really, though I've been cautious. No one here loves foxes.

( pragmatic reality: people here do fear foxes, even worship at their shrines, but that's not the same. )