The rustle came again, followed by whines. What came out of hiding was a baby fox, small and clumsy with soft baby fat. The fur was fluffy and pure white, with large ears, almost too big for its head.
Its bushy little tail wagged as though it was excited to see me, pale silver-blue eyes turning bright.
Just making eye contact had a strange feeling swamp me, and I could see myself through the fox's eyes, and its eyes through mine.
It wobbled toward me, taking its time. It looked no less than five weeks old, and I wanted to help, but the determination in its eyes told me that it needed to do this.
It made its way to me and used its paws on my knees. That was when I took the initiative to help it up, and it curled its head on my stomach, rubbing gently.
"What's a baby fox doing in the castle?" Diana asked, confused. "The knights could have seen it."
"I don't know. Maybe it got lost from its mother. She must be around here somewhere."
