Fox (mxm) (Rever series 1)

Fox

(This is a book I'm writing for myself. There is no update schedule, planned storyline, etc. It's just whatever I want to do with my character when I want to update it. Feel free to read along if you want to.)

Who do you belong to, kid?

Stubby fingers reached for him for the third time, making Fox step backward and pin his ears to the side of his head. He'd fallen asleep in a nice warm bit of sunshine, a rare occurrence on such an overcast day in late November.

I couldn't have been out for more than an hour and already people are bothering me.

The little girl paused when he stepped back, like she had the first two times he'd tried to distance himself from her, but her two year old brain clearly wasn't processing the situation. He couldn't blame her, she was a toddler. That didn't mean that he would just let her continuous poking and prodding go on. Toddlers learned from negative situations not to do said things again, and she was about to experience one of her first ones.

He pinned his ears tighter against his head as she awkwardly reached for him, stumbling forward just enough to draw Fox's final straw. Sure, he could have just up and left, but at the same time, he had been sleeping peacefully, not bothering anyone when the girl started grabbing at him. He shouldn't have to abandon his napping spot just because someone was not watching their child well enough.

Welcome to a new experience, kid.

He lifted his upper lip and growled, but unsurprisingly, the girl didn't even blink at the warning. Her little fingers wrapped around his nose as her other hand reached toward his right ear. Enough already. He gave one final, louder growl before jerking his head away from her grubby hands, then lunging forward. His bite wasn't nearly as hard or as damaging as he could have made it, but the lesson was learned quickly as his little teeth briefly cut through the skin on her right arm, then withdrew before her startled scream could get going.

The girl definitely had a pair of lungs on her, though. In seconds she was howling like he'd shredded her arm to pieces and wouldn't just require maybe a stitch or two and some antibiotic.

His ears flicked back, then forward at the sound of footsteps approaching quickly. Turning, he nonchalantly took a few steps back as the girl's mother dropped to her knees before her screaming daughter and picked her up. They were running off moments later with the woman holding a phone to her ear yelling about a rabid animal in the park.

Your daughter was the rabid one. She wouldn't stop trying to grab me, and I have no doubt that she'd have tried to bite me if I'd stayed still, too.

"Why did you do that?"

The deep, slightly annoyed voice drew Fox's attention up. Quite far up. The man towered over his small animal form, but it didn't bother him. He was faster, and as it were, it didn't seem like the man planned to act at that moment, anyway.

Definitely not daddy, then.

"I asked, why did you do that? You could have easily just walked away." He said as he squatted down a few feet away, staring at him as if he expected Fox to shift right there and explain himself.

You can easily walk away right now, too. Why even bother with the situation at all? Her and her distracted mother learned a lesson.

Flicking his whiskers, Fox turned and started walking away. He wanted to curl back up in his meager sunny spot, but he had no doubt that the woman who had just run off had called the police, or animal control... or both.

One way or the other, I still don't get to keep my spot.

"I know that you're not a real animal."