Fox's Glade ageless as the sun

A home, I take it, The sharpness to her gaze was different, now; not agitated, but intrigued. Her thoughts went to Kjalarr as she took in the starkness of his coat again, this time with no distaste. Somewhere you're better suited, I hope? Her tone was playful, a pointed glance cast over his fur.
Your wariness is understandable; new life is delicate, and very precious, An unfamiliar attempt at— empathy? She questioned briefly her sanity, realizing her inexperience with such expressions could not be hidden. The yearling was a sharp-edged creature, crafted of shadow and filled only with sin and the instinct to survive. Yet she understood the stranger's tension, not fully but in a way that struck her nonetheless. Sentimentality was a dangerous trait, she reminded herself, and spoke again anyway. I haven't yet had my own, but I imagine I would be just as vigilant.