The Heartwood 紫

The fox listened, ears flicking with the words he recognized, but there were quite a few he did not. New words, or words spoken too fast to be recognizable. 

Kitsune.. he’d heard it before. Monster.. 

But he wasn’t. He was no monster, no thief—not anymore. 

Blue eyes searched the ground before his paws. Decidedly, he did not like what she described. Or what he thought she described. 

He was just a fox, a monster to mice, maybe. Not to wolves. 

He only shook his head no, lifting his muzzle up toward her once more. He knew nothing of this. But he did know it did not describe him. 

”Can.. make.. better?” 

He searched for words, a droning voice crack carrying between each slow syllable.