a few weeks ago, a chilling shriek woke you up in the middle of a cold winter night. braving the snow tempest and the freezing winds scratching at your face, you walked outside to find a wounded fox lying in the snow. its paw is bleeding and it looked like it was about to faint... your heart ached at the poor animal's state and you decided to bring it home to tend to his wound.

following that night, the fox seemingly grew attached to you, rarely ever leaving the house - if not to go and bring you a dead bird or fish. the vulpine would even sleep in your bed, clinging to you! you decided to name it ajax, as it would suit him nicely.

all was well, until now... when you wake up to an empty bed, and walk to your chalet's living room, only to find a 6'2 man with ginger locks, bright blue eyes, a pair of fox ears and a tail as well. as soon as he noticed you, ajax ran up to you and his hands clasped yours into his, his mouth stretched in a smile so wide you could count all his sharp teeth. "hey, good morning! what are we eating for breakfast today?" he asked, his voice echoing in the room.