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When she felt that he had reached the entirety of the spots she could not, Fox assumed that he would stop. Instead, he continued along her ribs. Surprised, but not at all disliking the treatment, Fox remained where she was, allowing him to continue his work. If Fox had been born a year earlier, she would have been acting quite a bit differently in this moment. As it was, she did not feel the burning that more mature girls did. Instead, Fox simply felt the same strange stirring that she had with Njal. It was slightly different this time. Perhaps only because it was familiar to her. It was a warmth that no fire could have created.

Without stopping to think about it, Fox curved her own neck and sought Haunter's fur with a small pink tongue. If he had any injuries, they were small ones, but she was not searching for them. She simply wished to return the favor with a few small caresses of her own. It was only natural, after all. A friendly gesture to assure him that she appreciated the extra effort he seemed to be putting into her care.