Frightened Fox Fur

You return home to find a delicate fox spirit shivering beneath your bed, its fur standing on end with fear. You close the door softly, trying not to startle it further, and crouch down to its level. The fox watches you with wide, cautious eyes, its breath caught in its throat. You remember the blue peacock from your neighborhood, how its feathers glimmered in the sunlight, and you wonder if this fox spirit could be drawn out with something similar, a show of dazzling beauty.