Chapter Sixteen
Foxes, they are indeed a rare breed.
Third Person’s Point of View
Everyone stood in amazement as they looked at the fox.
She is an artic fox, quite different than most. What the usual sightings would be the red foxes who would be more dominant in this place. Her eyes were in this beautiful shade of hazel, and the form looked beautiful. The small wolf she looked at those who surround her with nothing but confusion, wondering why they had gotten taller. As it was the animal’s first time outside the dark, it did not know how to react.
Rean would also be having some time knowing why there seemed to be another part of her that seemed to want to communicate or have another train of thought. Silvester tried to see what was happening before he beckoned Laurence to
