“I am much bigger than you, so you might want to moderate your words,” Summer commented. She put her hands on either side of the wee fox. “Do I want to know why you’re seeking refuge?”
The Nogitsune glared at the red head, before taking her words to heart and choosing to answer in the least amount of words as possible. “Wolves.”
“Wolves. Large, furry, howl at the moon wolves?” She lifted a sardonic eyebrow. “Why don’t I believe you?”