A loud, continuous beeping noise awoke the young vixen from her slumber; the female’s ear twitching abruptly as the agitating noise continued to pester at her senses. This is hell. She thought bitterly to herself, and stretched her paws out in front of her, letting the drowsiness of sleep ease into her every move. Her paws ached with tiredness, but still, the fox’s black ears twitched with the continuous annoyance.
“Philosopher! I’m sorry baby…” Her master called to her; scooping up the frazzled fox into gentle arms. Philosopher stared out around the house; a little panicked now at what the ringing noise could ever be.
“That damned fire alarm finally decided to run outta batteries, mm?” She chuckled, and stroked the red fox’s fur soothingly; her fingers running gently down the ruffled pelt. Fire alarm? What a terrible name for a terrible noise! Philosopher figured to herself, sniffing in distaste as she leapt down from the arms of her master, and padded down the carpeted hall. Their home was located just above the library in which Mrs. Kite worked at; a place that was usually filled with the same, continuous set of boring events, this being perhaps the most interesting thing that has occurred all week.
Philosopher shook her head, the fox hurrying to the side of Mrs. Kite’s balcony, her silver paw scraping at its glass front, waiting patiently at its side.
“I’m coming, I’m coming…” Mrs. Kite chuckled gently, opening the door for the red fox, and allowing the vixen to happily trot to the world of the outside.
On the small, black-painted balcony, a slight breeze floated by, ruffling Philosopher’s soft fur; the fog hinting it with a gentle gray colour, and it seemed only the vixen’s bright green eyes were clearly visible amongst the faded exterior.
The fox held her position for a moment, remaining unmoving as her master shut the door behind her. What a perfect small moment it was; to allow the scene itself to capture her in its forever unmoving, watching stance.
“Hey, Philo, down here!” A small yip sounded from below, causing Philosopher to crane her head down to peer at the small, brown shape below.
Damn it, I must be getting soft… How could I of ignored his scent? Philosopher thought dryly to herself, and bent her red-furred head in between the bars of her balcony; the small dew drops from last night collecting in cohesive lumps of water on her coat. “Mute; it’s a pleasure to see you this early.” Philosopher greeted, the polite tone of voice never leaving her words.
Mute lowered his head shyly; the fox’s soft violet eyes still glued on her gently, his mousy brown shoulders hunched. “Uh, yeah, hi.” He replied softly, the new sense of hopefulness filling his voice. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, not at all.” Philosopher replied, stretching out her long black legs in front of her, whilst letting out a long yawn. “Mmph, it was in fact just Master’s ‘Fire Alarm’, being extremely obnoxious. I swear, my ears must have dulled down to nubs with all this noise…”
“No...” Mute replied softly, a faint smile tinting his narrow, fox-nose. “They’re still pointy, I think.”
Philosopher rolled her eyes, and gently pulled her red-furred head out of from between the railing. “I was being sarcastic.” The fox pointed out, grinning frivolously as she shook her head, causing her large ears to sway just slightly.
“Right, of course you were…” Mute responded quickly, his light brown, mousy paws kneading against each other.
“So what was it you needed?”
