Razor looked at the man and nneed before stepping in. There were so many animals here. Surely Vion could find at least one he liked more then the others. He glanced at the inside of the house knowing his son would follow close behind. He was never far from his father.
"I'm looking for a young kit for my son," the man said as he ruffled his son's hair. "Something small and gentle for him. He is looking for a fox but one that is weaned mind you." His eyes never left the man as he spoke. He made his point clear. The pet had to be safe for his son but old enough that it didn't need it's mother.
He gave a gentle push of encouragement. "Only one Vion. Pick carefully."
"I'm looking for a young kit for my son," the man said as he ruffled his son's hair. "Something small and gentle for him. He is looking for a fox but one that is weaned mind you." His eyes never left the man as he spoke. He made his point clear. The pet had to be safe for his son but old enough that it didn't need it's mother.
He gave a gentle push of encouragement. "Only one Vion. Pick carefully."
