Teryl's Tales of Whim~The fox itched, and scratched and rolled dramatically at the strange collar around her neck.
This wasn't easy because of the injured leg, but injuries were familiar, the collar was not.
“Ahem, stop that,” said the healer, to the fox’s surprise, because she understood.
“Don’t like,” she yelped.
The healer was patient and laid down food.
In time the fox healed, the collar was removed, and everything was better, especially the new friend.
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