Give her your blood or let her die?
Two twinned paws press against the swell of my thigh as the white fox lifts himself up to inspect me, tilting his head queryingly to one side, ears twitching, eyes wide, as though not expecting something so meaningful, so passionate to come out of my mouth, and finding himself startled upon hearing it. The antennae on his head pulse with an eager light as I watch him closely. The shifting shadows that swirl with a menacing semblance around me push back, curling back into my pale form.
You mean it?
He asks, pupils dilating as he wills me to answer.
As if I even needed to think about it.