"Oh, hello little one," Amera whispered, reaching out to brush her hands up against your soft fur. "What a pretty little fox!" She wasn't aware you were a shape shifter her age.

"It's awful cold out this time of year. You are probably starving, huh?"

"Wanna come with me?" She asked, reaching out to wrap her arms around you. It was blistering cold, and the den you'd dug wasn't helping. You'd gotten injured and separated from your parents a few days ago. The offer was tempting.