Arya licked her lips and then, in a clear, no nonsense voice asked, ”Kazzy, why didn’t you tell me that you were such a big baby?”
The fox practically shrieked as he turned around, dropping his pen and pad of paper as he scrambled backwards away from the orange fox, bumping his head hard on his bedside table.
The fox stood in the doorway at her full height, a good three inches taller than Kazard, her arms on her hips and a stern expression on her face, with just the hint of a sly smile pulling at her lips.
The fox grabbed his head and grimaced in pain at the impact, breathing quickly. It poured out of him, all of it.