After inspecting Regal's new form, Logan looked down.
There, still gently caught on the sticky strands of Regal's web, was the small fox. The red glyphs across its fur pulsed faintly, glowing softly in the dim light. Despite the dark crystals he'd given the creature earlier, it remained hesitant, lingering while close to making a decision.
Logan tossed it one final crystal.
The fox blinked up at him, red eyes wide and bright, then quickly drained it. Without hesitation, Logan made a small cut across his finger, letting a few drops of blood fall.
The crimson beads splashed across the fox's back.
He expected rejection. Most creatures, especially small, young ones, usually tried to fight back against the mental pressure his blood caused. They either passed out or refused the bond outright at the start.
But not this fox, it was greedily absorbed it.
And more than that, it accepted it.
