#roytimjay

“Hi?” Tim attempted to sound normal, but his voice cracked, probably from all the excited baying, and he felt the blood rise across his face. The fox had very distracting freckles and Tim wanted to lick. He held himself back with a slight tremble. He was not going to embarrass himself… well more than he already had.

“Hi, puppy dog,” the fox grinned, tone playful. “Having fun?”

A sharp yip growl dragged Tim's attention back to the other fox. It sat near him – its attention fully focused on the shifted alpha – its hackles were raised as it yipped and snarled in obvious anger.

The man hummed, seemingly understanding whatever the still shifted fox was saying. “He's pissed,” the man announced, shooting another grin at Tim. “He gets territorial.”

Tim hung his head, feeling slightly ashamed– then remembered the bite. “Well he didn't have to bite me!”

The air simmered and then another man, curly dark hair and still more muscles than Tim, was in Tim's face. “And you didn’t have to stick your nose in my hole!”

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