Foxe quite liked a walk through the woods. The autumn chill was pleasant enough and covered in armor, he could hardly feel it. There was a scent of rain in the air and Foxe was unsure if this meant it would be raining soon or that it had just rained the night before. At any rate, the sky was clear and the trees were bursting with color. Eventually the leaves would fall, but for now, the view was fairly breathtaking. Had he no excuse to venture out, he'd have likely gone hiking on his own within a week or two.
Foxe looked out of place wearing so much metal, especially when considering his company, but it was his job to protect and he could hardly do that without the proper armor. The harpoon on his back clanked from time to time against his back, but the sound faded as he grew accustomed to the noise. From time to time, he would catch a glimpse of the scholar ahead of he and Peony and he'd feel a mild pang of sympathy. She seemed small and sad for having to give up her pet. Foxe tried to stay out of her way for fear of adding unneeded stress and intimidation on an already bad day.
His stride was relaxed beside Peony and as she spoke, he turned his head to her. "I wouldn't mind staying out here a bit longer," he admitted. There was something just a bit more comfortable here than in the city to Foxe. The woods reminded him of his childhood, of his grandfather, of pleasant outings and adventure. If he weren't so tied to his guild, he thought of a life led wandering through this wilderness, perhaps helping the occasional stranger. "Will she be alright?" he asked quietly to Peony of Ridley.