"You too," Davin tells her sincerely, and then looks down at the fox as it curls up against his chest, resting in the crook of his arm. "An' he doesn't have a name yet. I jus' found 'im, actually. Or he found me. I'm not quite sure which one."

The fox blinks sleepily and then yawns before tucking his face into Davin's armpit and letting out a huff. Davin grins down at him, hopelessly fond, and then looks back up at Etta. "Are ya on your way t'anywhere in particular?"