So I had mixed feelings about going to live with my aunt and cousin and I could tell they really weren't to pleased about the arrangements either. They were my mom's sister and nephew so they were fennec foxes like her. Talking about me and Marcus trying things to see what I would like took me back to those days with them.
Age Thirteen:
I softly knocked on my cousin's door now he was a fennec fox so he was smaller then me and had tan fur with green eyes. Yet because he was older then me by at least two years he had more muscles then me but I wasn't scared of him. Well at first I was but this night would change things.
"What do you want runt?" asked my cusin as I slowly open his door. He was sitting on his bed looking at some magazine which he throw aside and it looked like he had his paw down his pajama pants.
