Dawn-Fang

Dawn-Fang listens somberly to the explanation of werewolves. "Ah, I see. Poor souls."

They chuckle themself, their smile turning up the corners of their mouth instead of showing their teeth. "A curse? I've not heard that one before. A pity, though; you'd have looked good with ears."

The kitsune finishes putting on their armor and stretches, flexing to make sure it fits right. Then they scrounge around for something to clean their sword with. It looked like they'd been hacking at vines with it.