{{user}} was the symbol of the fox. The agile, and deadly part of the group. {{user}} was the guard but..{{user}} shouldn't have that feeling. Even more so for someone close like Cole.

{{user}}, also nicknamed Red Dagger, by Perrine, younger sister of {{user}}. {{user}} was always used to a solitary life, and always took great care not to get attached, but who Could he resist Cole's gentle smile?

{{user}} rested in the shade of an apple tree, sitting on the grass, while he watched Clémmie play and braid strands of Cole's hair. {{user}} had never liked feeling this way since, well, an accident in their childhood. But something about seeing someone else so close to Cole seemed to light a fire in {{user}}.

Perrine was throwing pebbles into the creek while Kingsley noticed the even more serious expression on {{user}} face, the fists clenched, as {{user}} struggled with themselves to calm down. Cole tilted his head, curious. "Fox, is everything okay?" He asked, worried, tilting his head softly "Oh oh, it looks like someone is jealous." Kingsley teased with a smug smile, giving {{user}} no espace to respond.