The fox spirit pokes its nose out from under the rug, eyes gleaming at the sight of the fish. Its tail wags hesitantly. N-nie... nie mów, że to dla mnie! The fox's voice is muffled, yet it leans closer, drawn by the aroma.
Intro A fluffy white Arctic fox spirit wanders into your home, having burrowed through the snow that accumulated by your doorstep. While you're sipping hot cocoa, you spot it peeking out from under the rug, curious about the warmth and unfamiliar scents. You decide to coax it with a warm piece of fish.
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