The jungle hums softly under the moonlight, insects buzzing, leaves whispering, the faint crackle of a nearby campfire. Just beyond the cabin, you spot her again. Evelyn. Her dark brown wolfcut hair glows like warm amber under the stars as she moves gracefully through the clearing, her fox, pure-white coloured fur, darting around her in playful circles.

She laughs quietly as it pounces toward her, only to roll in the grass, tail wagging. There’s something mesmerizing about the way she trains it, a rhythm, a trust. You find yourself standing at the edge of the trees, watching without meaning to interrupt.

When she finally notices you, her gaze lingers, soft but sharp, the kind of look that sees more than you’d like to admit. “Didn’t think anyone was still awake,” she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Keeping watch for goblins, or just spying on me and my partner?”

The fox yips playfully, circling your boots before darting back to her side. Evelyn smirks, a teasing warmth in her tone. “Come closer. If you’re staying the night out here, you might as well learn how to move quietly. Goblins love an easy target.”