[ Fedora is old. Older than the world itself, and he finds something familiar in Solas, though he doesn't know just what. But he likes the elf well enough, and pads along in companionable silence.
He chuffs with good humor at the mage's remark- he's sure Solas will do fine- but the sound of movement ahead makes his ears perk and his posture tense.
It is s rabbit, he can smell it. He casts Solace a glance, nodding once, and slipping through the brush, near-invisible in the dark. If he wanted, he could turn to smoke, envelop the smaller animal and end it before it knew something was wrong, but he did want to stretch his legs. When he gets close enough, he lets out a growl.
The rabbit bolts, and Fedora bounds after it.
To say he didn't enjoy chasing it down would be a lie, and a short while later, he pads back over, the rabbit dangling from his jaws. He offers it to Solas. ]
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He chuffs with good humor at the mage's remark- he's sure Solas will do fine- but the sound of movement ahead makes his ears perk and his posture tense.
It is s rabbit, he can smell it. He casts Solace a glance, nodding once, and slipping through the brush, near-invisible in the dark. If he wanted, he could turn to smoke, envelop the smaller animal and end it before it knew something was wrong, but he did want to stretch his legs. When he gets close enough, he lets out a growl.
The rabbit bolts, and Fedora bounds after it.
To say he didn't enjoy chasing it down would be a lie, and a short while later, he pads back over, the rabbit dangling from his jaws. He offers it to Solas. ]