by chxrryvanilla » Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:28 pm
Alaska sat by the lake, holding a wool blanket. It was small, and by the way she was holding it, you'd guess she was holding something, but really, when you looked, you'd see nothing in the girl pale arms. But really, she was holding something. She was holding a tiny albino fox cub, a tiny white vixen with bright crimson eyes. She was feeding the small little fox milk with added sugar to add a more natural taste to it. She smiled at it, tickling it lightly with her index finger, rubbing the white belly fur the wrong way, then right again. The little creature yipped in a sort of giggling sound. It was a beautiful sound.
((Can Alaska find Christopher?))