Nine Tailed Fox Eyes Novels & Stories

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

She swallowed around the urge to gag. The fox’s body trembled subtly under its matted fur. “Hey,” she murmured. “Hey, look at me.” She extended her empty left hand, keeping the knife low and out of the fox’s direct line of sight. Slowly, it turned its head. Teeth still bared. Ears flattened. Its gaze met hers again. Up close, she could see the faint rings of darker color near the pupils. A tiny notch missing from one ear. A scar over the bridge of its muzzle.