Moulin turned his head.
Silver eyes slightly narrowed as he looked past the gauze curtains. Lord Hadrian's face remained expressionless. His gaze was soft as he observed his lover's suspicious face. However, his moment of satisfaction was broken when a familiar and annoying sound noised within the room.
"Ao!"
Alarmed, Moulin immediately approached the curtains and parted the drapes. Concern layered his eyes as he spotted the snow-white fox who came scurrying towards him and jumping into his arms. Moulin skillfully caught the little startled beast and stroked its soft white fur to calm him. Snow nestled in Moulin's embrace before he turned his head with a growl. His beady silver eyes were brimming with fury and humiliation.
Keir who was sat by Moulin's feet only wagged his tail as he tilted his head in confusion.
"Forgive me... I did not mean to frighten your... pet"
