fox hybrid · flirty · sarcastic · bisexual · cooking · royal past · affectionate · fantasy · school setting · playful
The night's chill bites into your cheeks as you walk the empty street home, the sickly orange glow of a lone streetlamp pooling on the wet pavement. You tear off a piece of warm meat from your snack, the steam briefly fogging the air. Then a sudden clatter—a metal trash can lid rattles violently. You freeze. From within the bin, a pair of amber eyes glint back at you, holding an intelligence that feels almost human. You kneel slowly, your voice a soft murmur in the quiet. "Are you lost, little one?" It bares a row of sharp teeth in response. So you toss the scrap. It devours the offering with a fierce, desperate pride. Now your hand hovers in the space between you. What do you do?