Marinette smiles, already pleased with the progress that would make—the more the fox ate, the better it would feel, and ( hopefully ) the easier it would be to help with any injuries. Not to mention it would recognize Marinette as a friend, with any luck. “There you go, eat up. I’ll get something for you to drink soon, but we gotta get your strength up, huh?”
Giving meat to some wild animal will definitely result in a scolding from her parents if they ever find out, but Marinette had tried her best to take from the back of their reserves so they would not notice easily.
She blinks as the fox actually rolls the last bit of meat back in her direction, and with some concern, Marinette worries she’d accidentally grabbed a bad piece. But the fox had eaten the rest, hadn’t it…? Taking it slowly, she sniffs at it, trying to find any trace of mold or rot. It seems fine, and as she turns it over, she can’t see any growths or unusually colored patches.
“Mm…okay. I wish you’d eat all of it, but if you’re not hungry right now, we can save this for a little later.” There are few places she can store things without worry they’ll be discovered, but she’s got a secret crevice in the corners of her room for just that.
As she puts it away, her attention is on the fox. It’s not making any move to escape that she can see—probably due to its sheer exhaustion—and while it’s difficult to pinpoint any injuries with the way it’s curled around the blanket, there has to be something she can do about that.
Though, for now, it would probably be a good idea to get it to trust her first. Sitting back down slowly, she hums low in her throat before carefully offering an open hand for the fox to sniff.
did she just -- refuse the gift of meat ? how dare she ??? this mortal peasant, denying rations given to her by a kitsune as powerful as the fox is -- it’s a huge insult. nevermind the fact that the meat came from the girl. an insulted chuff leaves orange muzzle, eyes following where the girl was moving the meat to hide ... for her ... for later.
okay, that was sweet. stupid, but sweet. still, if volpe had known that the child would deny the food ... she might have finished it off herself. she was hungry, still.
a second later a pale hand is offered towards her, and her fur bristles a bit. eyes lift to the mortals, but there is nothing but good will there. she thinks the fox is just that -- an ordinary fox. she wouldn’t do anything to demean her, and if she aimed to harm or eat her, she wouldn’t have fed her at all.
so, just to humor the girl, the fox lifts herself slightly, dry nose butting into the open hand. the scent is -- pleasant. remainders of the meat, earthy tones from the woods, and something sweet and pure just lying underneath. she sniffs for a moment longer ( just to be sure that she has the scent locked if she gets lost and needs to find the girl, of course ) before a tongue darts out, lapping and nipping lightly at calloused fingers.
a canine smile covered her muzzle, eyes alight with slight play.
it’s a promise of safety, but also a threat-- do me no harm, and none shall be done to you.
( and, you know, there was still meat flavoring on the girls hand, but no one had to know that )
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