[Her voice is a low purr, suddenly, an octave deeper than the cheerful chirp she normally offers. Her hands cross across her chest, sizing him up like a meal.]
I'll take your eyes, first, for daring to stray, and then your tongue for speaking against me, and finally your head, for thinking yourself clever enough to escape my wrath. Foxes are very jealous creatures, Master. We do not forget or forgive slights against us.
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[Her voice is a low purr, suddenly, an octave deeper than the cheerful chirp she normally offers. Her hands cross across her chest, sizing him up like a meal.]
I'll take your eyes, first, for daring to stray, and then your tongue for speaking against me, and finally your head, for thinking yourself clever enough to escape my wrath. Foxes are very jealous creatures, Master. We do not forget or forgive slights against us.