He is perhaps fortunate in one sense that he has relative freedom when compared to other youth. Oh, his parents love him, of this he has no doubt. But after eight children, it is probably easy to get a little more relaxed in the hovering department.
And Fox takes full advantage of that.
He is quite capable of getting into trouble and had managed to do so already with alarming frequency, but he also seems to have the uncanny ability of extracting himself from that trouble.
So he's not exactly sure what drew him to the playground over any number of other places where more adventure is to be had, but here he is. Perhaps it is his desire to find other friends his age, or perhaps it is because he'd left this place rather unexplored on his last visit. Whatever the reason, he can currently be found traipsing through what is probably the safest land in all of Beqanna, head high, eyes bright, and short, fluffy tail bobbing with each step he takes.
Given his relative attention, it is surprising that he doesn't notice the little black filly at first. But then, it has already been well established that Fox is relatively absent-minded and unobservant when he has other things on his mind. In any case, he doesn't actually notice her until she is tumbling into him.
His amber eyes widen in alarm as he is knocked off balance in a tumble of long, knobby limbs and foal fluff. Somehow, he has the presence of mind to call a snow drift for him to fall into. Less fortunately, he seems to have miscalculated a bit and instead lands on the hard ground with a rather large pile of snow on top of him.
Sputtering, he flails until he manages to extricate himself and scramble back to his feet. His speckled red form is quite coated in snow, but with a quick shake, he sends a great shower of rapidly melting moisture flying as a highly amused grin tugs at his lips.
”Well, Rora,” he responds brightly, eyes lifting to find hers, humor coloring his tone. It's nice to, er, run into you.” He smiles in truth then, a rather lopsided grin that speaks of his good, if somewhat mischievous, nature. ”I'm Fox.”
