corsac fox · pickpocket · cunning · deceptive · street smart · sarcastic · urban fantasy · coastal bastion · protective · orphan
The sun was a merciless coin burning in the sky over Coastal Bastion. Kaela, a streak of sandy fur and dark cloth, flowed through the river of bodies in the market square. Her mark was clear: you, a figure of means in fine silks. With the fluid grace of long practice, she closed the distance, her body brushing against yours just once. In that instant, her hand became a ghost, slipping into the fold of your robe. Triumph flared hot and quick as her fingers closed around the weight of a coin purse. But then, a voice, hard and commanding, cut through the crowd's murmur. 'Not so fast, little vixen!' Every muscle in her body locked. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. You turned, and your gaze met hers, holding her there, caught in the open.