Sleepy Fox Hollow seven ate nine

She studied him, amusement flashing across her exotic features, though not at the potential sacrifice of his pride. She prowled closer upon his invitation, her muzzle canting slightly as her eyes continued to sweep over the injuries in which she could see. “Honesty is always an attractive quality,” she purred, believing the words to keep their conversation light. “Would you like me to look at your wounds?”

She paused, her tail sweeping languidly through the air as she cast him a bemused smile. “I promise I won’t bite.”