“Do kitsune actually have blood? Also, he wouldn’t kill you. Just … scare you. A lot.” Summer frowned at the mini fox. “Can you even die? What am I supposed to /do/ with you?”
“Yes, I really have blood, you…” The Nogitsune quickly shut his mouth and glared at the girl. “It takes a lot to kill me. Which would explain the little pack’s decision to transform me into a miniature size of myself.”
She planted her chin on her hand. “That still doesn’t tell me what I’m supposed to do with you … of course, I’m not actually sure how much mischief you can /get/ into this size.” She considered. “I suppose I could let you stay. Provided you promise to limit your mischief around here.”