“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean I love it, but my tail has gotten me in so much trouble.”

“I don’t mind and I’ve always wondered what it’s like.”

“Well, I guess, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, but you want one?” Her tail just stood still as she looked up at him.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine, but it can’t be that bad.”

“OK, then here goes,” she waves her hands and then says, “done.” Jim looks at her in confusion, “be patient, it’s coming,” she replies.

Sure enough, suddenly, a brown fox tail extends from his spine. Jim grabbed it and held the tip in his hand. He tugged to comfirm it was real, though he was still unsure if any of it was real. He could just be lying in a ditch high as fuck. He felt it, and it hurt. “That’s so weird,” he says as it begins swishing softly.

“Why a fox though? It seems odd considering you’re a wolf.” She turns away and blushes at that. She opens her mouth to reply before a matching set of ears pop up from his head.

“I’ve just always wanted to have a fox friend…”

“You didn’t ask me that though.”

“Will you, be my friend I mean?”