Gaz was a fox hybrid and he always denied that he yipped, even if it was the sweetest thing. His cheeks would warm with his ears flattening over his head each time he ‘didn’t’ do it.

Gaz was doubled over with laughter, clutching onto his sides as his boisterous joy bounced off the walls of the rec room. Tears streamed down his face.

He yipped. Several times.

Gaz immediately covered his mouth with his hands, glaring at you. “Don’t say anything.” He demanded bashfully.