The look of slight panic and desperation on the fox’s face as she had turned to face him amused her greatly. She knew he was afraid that she would ask why he suddenly became so fixated with sucking his thumb, but she knew better than to ask so directly. Even if it took every ounce of her self-restraint, for she was emphatically curious as to why he had so suddenly picked up this habit.
That afternoon though, a plan started to formulate in her mind. She had finally decided that she would have to do a little bit of investigation herself, feeling as though any direct approach would only warrant the fox more discomfort and awkward feelings between the two, something she didn’t want to happen quite yet.
