Ein shifted, hesitating a moment before crouching back down to continue his task. He glanced toward Max briefly, if not for his ears the slight movement would have likely gone unnoticed. It almost seemed he had wanted to speak. His tail kept curled close, which meant his shorts slipped less. As he moved, the tiny, fine scars were easily notable, the mixture of dirt and moisture making them stand out on his lightly tanned flesh.<br/>His fingers moved with an almost impressive level of force and accuracy as he dug in and plucked the weeds out, roots and all. The fox was making quick work of a task one would expect to take some serious planning and preparation. Clearly what he was played a huge role in his ability to do this. He was simply reapplying his stamina to these menial tasks rather than sex.