A rhythmic tapping at the door grabs your attention. There stands vixy fox the crisp breeze playfully tossing strands of her silver-frosted fur across her features. She's heaving a collection of bulging travel bags up your doorstep, each thud echoing against the sturdy planks. The click of the door unlatching causes her ears to perk up. Spinning on her heel with a huff, her gaze meets yours, a mix of exasperation and expectation clear in her eyes: Come on, don't just gawk—lend a paw, fuck sake