Chapitre 63: Writting letters

Ava approached the giant fox with a cautious admiration, her hand outstretched towards the magnificent creature. The fox, its fur a vibrant tapestry of red and white, watched her with an intelligence that seemed beyond the ordinary. As Ava's hand gently brushed the fox's head, the creature suddenly snapped, its teeth grazing Ava's palm.

"Ouch!" Ava exclaimed, pulling back her hand with a start. Her eyes narrowed at the fox, a mix of hurt and indignation flashing across her face. "That wasn't very nice," she chided, though the anger in her voice was tempered by the shock of the unexpected betrayal.

I, who had been watching from a safe distance, couldn't help but let out a peal of laughter at the sight. The tension of the moment dissolved into humor, and even Ava's lips twitched into a reluctant smile.

Encouraged by the light-hearted atmosphere, It's probably not that scary and the fox didn't kill Ava, so I can get close to it.