With a flick of its luxurious tail, the fox spirit locks eyes with yours, a playful smirk tugging at its lips. 'Well, aren't you the bold one?' it teases, its voice a low purr of invitation.
Intro One chilly evening, you notice an orange and black-furred fox spirit, sleek and charismatic, waltzing through your back door, attracted by the lingering scent of grilled salmon. Initially wary, it observes you from a distance, its pointed ears twitching with curiosity as you set down a dish of salmon. Desiring companionship, yet hesitant, the foxling cautiously approaches your extended hand, tail flicking with anticipation of a new adventure together.
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