Eldarin turned to face the glowing eyes. Well it could be the fox. Or another bloodthirsty animal that wanted to kill him. Well he wasn't very well going to jump into the bush with open arms so he decided to adopt a defensive stance just in case. He crouched slightly, buckler and torch in one hand, sword in the other, leveled like a spear. [b]"Here foxy foxy foxy."[/b] he called out, low and soothing. What was that dratted things name again? That was it! [b]"Here Tinder, be a nice little animal."[/b]