Razor barely even started to nod before the boy took off into the captive area for all of the little kits. He was too excited to really wait for that much of an approval from his father. The first sign of approval and he was already gone. The man nodded towards the Lord as he watched the young boy dart off to play with kits. Many of the kits here were mortal and it concerned the man. He only had one litter, maybe two of the immortal pups at the moment and for it to be a male... It was going to be an interesting adventure with the young royal. The last thing the man wanted to do was upset the child by telling him no to a kit and thus making Razor mad at him, but his father gave the breeder specific instructions...
Vion meanwhile had already been on the floor when a couple of the kits went to go tackle him. The balls of fluff jumped around trying to lick at his face while a few tried to nibble on him playfully. A few of the others tugged on his clothes unsure what the strange material was. The boy just laughed and tried to push the kits away that nibbled too hard, but he was enjoying himself. If he could have, the boy would have taken all of them home, but dad only said one. How was he supposed to choose from them?
The man went in not too long after. The kits gave him the same greeting as Vion, though due to him standing they jumped at his legs though they didn't succeed in getting anywhere. Only a couple stayed back with the boy and he was fine with that. One of the pups curled up in his lap as the boy gently stroked his fur. The fox a silver cross fox that had a deep black base coat with a muted orange lining the sides of his body and accenting his face. One ear was in orange while the other was black. His muzzle was covered in pure black as it faded to a silver the coated the tips of the other fur. Along the rest of his body was faded with silver tips with black roots. His tail was a mix of the blacks, orange, and silver decorating the rest of his body. The man looked at the fox staying in the boy's arms to see a small twine tied around his neck. He gave a small sigh of relief. The twine marked which of the pups were immortal and seeing that there were few from this batch, the boy managed to find one of the male kits he had available. "It looks like you found a buddy," the man commented as he smiled at the pair. Vion grinned as he continued to the pet the fox who was staring down the other men in the room, though would put his ears back in a small expression of joy when the boy would stroke near his head. If another kit tried to come by looking for attention, the fox would growl and try to chase it off before returning to Vion to receive his pets.
"Yes!" the boy chimed with a huge goofy grin to match. The man smiled as he tried to kneel down next to the boy only to receive a warning growl from the kit. The man stared down at it unsure of the display of behavior seeing as he knew this kit to be overall docile.
"...Looks like the kit chose you. Is this the one that you want?" Vion nodded and he hugged the little kit who didn't seem to mind the rougher handling. The man looked back at Razor to see what he would say. The kit was what he wanted, but was it good enough for his son?
Vion meanwhile had already been on the floor when a couple of the kits went to go tackle him. The balls of fluff jumped around trying to lick at his face while a few tried to nibble on him playfully. A few of the others tugged on his clothes unsure what the strange material was. The boy just laughed and tried to push the kits away that nibbled too hard, but he was enjoying himself. If he could have, the boy would have taken all of them home, but dad only said one. How was he supposed to choose from them?
The man went in not too long after. The kits gave him the same greeting as Vion, though due to him standing they jumped at his legs though they didn't succeed in getting anywhere. Only a couple stayed back with the boy and he was fine with that. One of the pups curled up in his lap as the boy gently stroked his fur. The fox a silver cross fox that had a deep black base coat with a muted orange lining the sides of his body and accenting his face. One ear was in orange while the other was black. His muzzle was covered in pure black as it faded to a silver the coated the tips of the other fur. Along the rest of his body was faded with silver tips with black roots. His tail was a mix of the blacks, orange, and silver decorating the rest of his body. The man looked at the fox staying in the boy's arms to see a small twine tied around his neck. He gave a small sigh of relief. The twine marked which of the pups were immortal and seeing that there were few from this batch, the boy managed to find one of the male kits he had available. "It looks like you found a buddy," the man commented as he smiled at the pair. Vion grinned as he continued to the pet the fox who was staring down the other men in the room, though would put his ears back in a small expression of joy when the boy would stroke near his head. If another kit tried to come by looking for attention, the fox would growl and try to chase it off before returning to Vion to receive his pets.
"Yes!" the boy chimed with a huge goofy grin to match. The man smiled as he tried to kneel down next to the boy only to receive a warning growl from the kit. The man stared down at it unsure of the display of behavior seeing as he knew this kit to be overall docile.
"...Looks like the kit chose you. Is this the one that you want?" Vion nodded and he hugged the little kit who didn't seem to mind the rougher handling. The man looked back at Razor to see what he would say. The kit was what he wanted, but was it good enough for his son?
