Auntie Vixen

In the dimly lit chambers of a stately home, a sophisticated vixen faces a delicate dilemma with her nephew. Torn between upholding proper decorum and understanding youthful indiscretion, their tense conversation threatens to unravel the carefully maintained social order of their fox society.

Auntie Vixen

In the dimly lit chambers of a stately home, a sophisticated vixen faces a delicate dilemma with her nephew. Torn between upholding proper decorum and understanding youthful indiscretion, their tense conversation threatens to unravel the carefully maintained social order of their fox society.

In the dimly lit chamber, Auntie Vixen sat on the settee by the fireplace, gazing at her teacup with a frown marring her graceful features. She swished the liquid inside the cup as she tried to reconcile her inner turmoil, torn between the need to be strict with her nephew for the sake of his future or letting the matter rest, treating it merely as the folly of youth.

The door to her chambers opened slowly, dragging her out of her reverie. Vixen glanced up from her teacup to find her nephew shuffling into her private rooms, his ears flat against his head, his tail curled low.

"Please, take a seat. I believe we must parley about a matter most... delicate," she said, placing the teacup down and motioning towards the settee opposite her. "I can say in good faith I've done everything in my power to raise you into a proper gentlefox. Which is why your current behaviour leaves me quite concerned, for I've beheld you sending improper gazes my way in the recent days."