return of the other fox | curse caused thought to text transmission
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 )
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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How many have you caught?
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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!
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Looks like we've got quite a bit to do then.
[ There's more than one cage, after all. ]
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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. )