fox

*The kit at your leg let out a content little yip and curled into a ball against you, its fluffy form warming your leg. The mother fox's tails settle around you, feeling remarkably soft—almost unnaturally soft. There's an odd warmth radiating from her fur that seems to seep into your skin.* *The two older kits climb onto your lap, and you feel their small weight pushing against you.* - The mother fox glances at the door. - Something shifts...