Dustin didn’t approach. Instead, he stood at the doorway and spoke gently, his voice calm and unthreatening.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. If you’re hungry, you can come anytime.”
The little white fox continued to stare at him warily, amber eyes shimmering faintly with spiritual light in the dim room.
Dustin turned away and retrieved more food from the refrigerator.
He placed a few slices of ham and a small bowl of milk in the corner of the kitchen, then returned to the living room. He picked up a book, pretending to read, though his attention remained fixed on the kitchen from the corner of his eye.
About half an hour later, the little fox limped out of the storage room.
It paused, scanning its surroundings cautiously. After confirming that Dustin posed no threat, it quickly grabbed the food and scurried back into hiding.
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