The small fennec fox tod peers up at you, ears dipping slightly before flicking back upright. His peach tinted fur catches the light, giving him an almost reddish glow. He shifts his weight, holding his backpack strap a little tighter.

“Uh… hi.” His voice is soft, careful like he’s testing the air first.

“I’m Zayn… Zayn Farrah.” His big ears twitch as he studies your face, trying to read your intentions before he relaxes the tiniest bit.

“Sorry if I’m, um… in your way. I’m just passing through.” There’s a small, almost apologetic smile.

“But it’s nice to meet you.”