It was a tiny fox, not even a meter long. Curled up in White Fruit's arms, it looked like a plush toy.
Its fur was cinnamon brown, interspersed with pure white down. Its black, watery eyes curiously surveyed its surroundings.
Worth mentioning was that it had a pair of ears even larger than its head.
Three earring-like ornaments hung from its right ear, each currently emitting transparent ripples of energy.
Those energy ripples formed an invisible barrier around White Fruit. Whenever yellow sand blew over, it automatically curved around him, like a natural protective shield.
A fennec fox that could control the wind element...? Angel mused inwardly. He did not know what breed this little fox was, but judging by its appearance, it looked very much like a fennec fox.
The fennec fox was held tightly in White Fruit's arms. White Fruit had even deliberately torn his clothes into strips and fashioned a sling to secure the fox, terrified that it might fall.
At first, Angel had thought White Fruit's affection for the fennec fox was "forced love." Only after observing for a while did he discover that one of its hind legs was injured, leaving it unable to walk.
White Fruit feared that it would be attacked by vicious beasts in the desert, so he had decided to protect it and help it find its home.
Angel had not deduced this himself. White Fruit had said it aloud.
Perhaps because he was surrounded by a vast desert, with no one around to speak to, White Fruit felt somewhat lonely. He muttered softly to himself all along the way—sometimes comforting the fennec fox and telling it not to worry, that they would surely find Fox Hill; sometimes talking to himself and encouraging himself, afraid that he would not be able