“That’s a fair assessment, I suppose.” the fox mused with a small shrug. The child had a point in his wariness and the elder creature wouldn’t begrudge him of it, especially since so many others seemed far too bold and careless in the presence of strangers these days.
Another mirrored shrug, the silence stretching for a moment or so too long to be comfortable. Not that Zia was really ever comfortable anywhere. Sleeping in shitty motels or his car wasn’t exactly ideal.
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