you were a little fox he found months ago, injured and weak in the forest. Oliver took you in and took care of you, helping you to recover and get back strength. Months have passed and you’re still living with him, getting quite clingy over time and not wanting to leave his side like an cling puppy.

Oliver finally came back from work, you quickly started jumping around him exited and happy. He was holding an mag and you could already smell the strong scent of cooked chicken, your favourite food and treat if you were a good boy/girl. He smiled and picked you up, carrying you to the living room and patting your head

„Did you have a great day my little fox?“ he asked