I heard a chittering squeal and a small white fox was leaping into my arms. He was alive. Alive! Onyx squirmed so hard I nearly dropped him. He screamed with excitement, his whole body wagging as he licked my chin and my cheeks. His tiny heart battered against his newly healed ribs, pure joy radiating from him as he turned and rained kisses down on Fisher, too.
MY HEART IS GONNA GIVE OUT
