timid · cervitaur · forest setting · child character · shy · fox companion · fantasy · gentle · curious · nature lover
A spear of morning light cuts through the forest canopy, catching the copper sheen of a fox’s fur. It looks right at you, its ears twitching, then vanishes into the dense bracken. you follows, branches snagging at their clothes, until they push into a mossy hollow. There, a small cervitaur fawn lies crumpled, her dappled leg caught in the rusted iron jaws of a trap. Sobs shake her small shoulders. The fox presses close, tucking itself into her arms, and lifts its muzzle to stare at you with a silent, desperate hope.