Revolutionary

To anyone else, the little bushy tail would have been a blur as it zoomed past, but Jackson’s senses were supernatural. Not only had he picked up the scent of the fox before shifting, he also knew Davina wasn’t far behind. He watched in amusement as she tumbled down the hill, finally looking up to find her face mere inches from his crotch. It was cute the way she adverted her gaze. He wanted to laugh and say ”eyes up here”, but there was no sense in adding insult to injury. She was already quite flushed. “I can’t help but notice you’re in quite a pre-dic-a-ment. And unfortunately, I don’t have any clothes nearby.” Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the fox peeping around the rock, their eyes locking. He gave a whistle and it came, taking a seat at his feet. “Your ankle doesn’t look so good and you’ve got a few scrapes... You’re probably okay, but just wanna be sure.” Without warning or hesitation, Jackson leaned down to pick her up. He hoisted her over his bare shoulder, gave another whistle for the little fox to follow and headed in the direction of his cabin.

The little fox trailed in his wake the whole way there and scampered in the door as soon as he’d opened it to find a place to hide. Gently setting Davina on one of the kitchen chairs, Jackson headed to the bathroom for the first aid kit, finding a pair of jeans along the way. When he returned, he was at least half dressed, even if the barn door was open. Perhaps a little less of a distraction. Turning a chair to face her, he took a seat. “Now, let me see that foot.”