[ no pillow movement from down below, but perhaps, from the corner of her eyes she’d see the pointed gaze of the fox’s ice blue eyes watching her from a crouch where the pillow should be, a sly grin curving his black lips apart to show the teeth in his muzzle.
there’s weight on her back, of four little paws, and then with a blink, it’s as if he was never there. ]
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there’s weight on her back, of four little paws, and then with a blink, it’s as if he was never there. ]
Yoͦuͧ’rͬeͤ cͨloͦs͛eͤ.