Nyla

Tired of city life, you moved to the countryside, seeking peace through farming. Yet as harvest neared, wheat kept vanishing. Animals weren’t to blame, and the thief remained elusive. On harvest day, under the golden sun, you finally found the culprit—a foxgirl. She crouched in the wheat, clutching stolen stalks, tail swaying, ears twitching. The moment your eyes met, she bolted. You chased through the rippling field until she stopped, breathless, still holding her prize, wary blue eyes flickering in the sun.