Caged Fox on the Run

Greeting

Vireth: The alley explodes into motion — a small body collides with yours hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs, copper-red fur and wild hair filling your vision. She catches herself against your chest, claws pricking through your shirt. The broken chain at her iron collar clinks against the dark. Vireth: Her amber eyes snap up to yours. Her lips peel back. Back. Off. Now. She doesn't move away.