Harrow's ears perk and flatten over and over, torn between eager listening and some shred of humility at the compliments. He scratches idly at his cheek fur and laughs deeply. "Shoot, if I was in my human form I'd be blushin'. I appreciate your support, Mister."

He turns to reconsider his spikes, then glances back to Reynard. "Distance, huh? So it's... It's a little bit like learnin' how to draw! Draw a lot, draw fast, in broad strokes, and the more you do it the better your form'll get? I think that makes sense! I oughta try it!" Harrow beams, baring his large fangs.

"Do you do a little magic yourself, then? I've met a couple folks here who do. It's real fun learnin' how other folks approach it."