Chapter 8 - An unrequited love

"Best be getting that collar off you, huh," I laugh once back in my quarters, imagining the frustration Ithuriel would be feeling at not being to scold me after I left the Councillors in a most undignified way. The little fox yips as I reach for his collar, and frantically turns to scrabble at the silky pile of clothes on my lap, careful not to let its sharp claws tear the fabric. No. It tells me.