flynn & foxe.
Foxe tended to be calm before a storm and it was no different on this night. There was a quiet tension hanging over the group, some chatted nervously as if to ward off their own fears, but Foxe was silent and at ease. He wasn't exactly a fan of the cold, but did his best to push past that specific discomfort. As the sun had set, he'd eaten enough to keep himself full and then taken to sharpening some of the weapons he'd brought with him. In secret, he'd longed to call on his dragon. She'd have been able to keep the area warmer just by virtue of her breath and she was a companion who could understand him without words. Having her near would have made this more a camping trip and less the night before a battle that some might not return from. But a dragon would have frightened some, especially those not of his own guild. And so he'd palmed the amulet that hung around his neck but not summoned the creature.
Having finished working on the point of his harpoon, he'd taken a seat not too far from the fire and started to meditate by staring into the flame. Foxe couldn't sit cross-legged, not in the armor that he wore. But tried to keep a straight posture, brought his hands to his lap, and let his eyes shut. What noise there was around him, he started to drown out. Foxe wanted to be focused before they came upon whatever beast was waiting for them. This would help. And so he focused on his breath and the inner calm he felt with the certainty that the task would be completed. He just knew it might not be easy.