Nos glided slowly in the cold air feeling like it was perhaps a horrible way to die. Frozen to death would not be a pretty way to go, still there were foxes who lived this far north and he had his flames so it wasn’t like he was going to die like they might if they weren’t careful. A spot of blue caught his eye perhaps it was the bright offset from the white but Nos glided down toward what he realized was a phim. Grinning he decided he was going to have some fun. He didn’t need to make deals all the time but finding them where he could was always such a sweet challenge.
Dar was making impressions in the snow to make a story to show Celeen later. He was half way through when a shadow crossed over him and landed in the middle of the beginning scene Dar had been working on. He watched as the snow impressions melted into nothing as the new fox had black flames on his paws. Looking up he saw a golden mask on a deava and was rather disappointed about his story but figured it wasn’t to big a loss since he could always make it again for Celeen later. “Hello there.” Dar gave the stranger a happy perky smile. He was a kind fox to all other foxes and had never been taught prejudice or distaste of any kind. To him all foxes were nice unless they proved otherwise themselves.
