Fox's Glade Get nothing done

He watched as more hairs prickled along the boy's spine and his tail bushed out slightly. Shocked, perhaps startled.
He wasn't ready for a meeting like this. He likely never was or would be.
But that just made it all more fun for Earp.

His tongue licked dry lips.
His eyes bore down into the boy as he stepped closer again.
His head lowered to Charles, drawing in the fading scents of his mother and milk.
He could snap him up right here.
And no one would know.

Earp barked, a short but deafening sound so close to those sweet, cupped ears. That would shit him up surely.
Maybe even make him lash out. Earp wanted a chase.