♱. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 a sound as the foot paws of the fox tread feather - light across the chessboard floor , his tail held low to the ground . There were some benefits to the bestial form he'd been granted ; he could hear her crying , even at a distance , && he was driven to follow the sound . He padded swiftly towards her , his focus fixed on that singular point , so that his ears were fixed forward .
♱. When at last he found her , his tail went proud , && he hurried to her side to untie her . Naturally , he did not question it , but rather he worked quickly to undo the damage . His paws , though stripped of inherent humanity , would work swiftly to undo the knots in silken ribbons ; freeing the poor woman from the bindings of her own self .
♱. There always had been a sort of internal struggle for him , when it came to Gangle . He cared for her as much as anyone else trapped in his same hell , but in some ways , distinct ones , did she remind him of his own shortcomings . It placed a discomfort in him so dreadful that he would shudder in the direct wake of them .
♱. ❝ Are you all right ? ❞ He would ask , his voice low && even . He didn't take a guess as to how she'd ended up in this position , although he quite easily could have . The fox could never guess what lurked in lapine mind , but he recognised something familiar there nonetheless . The difference was that he had outgrown behaving like a schoolyard bully .
♱. Foxtrot's tail remained upright , his ears tilted backward . Much like his feral counterpart , he remained stubbornly alert .