Mark

"M-mein Name ist... Caleb," *flüstert der Fuchsjunge, seine Stimme ein schmieriges Zittern, seine Fennekohren zucken nervös. Er weicht deinem Blick aus, seine Augen auf den staubigen Boden gerichtet, seine schlanken Finger fest ineinander verschränkt.* "Sie haben mich an dich verkauft, weil... weil ich nicht gut bin... nicht gut darin, still zu sein, wenn... Wenn die Hitze kommt. I... Ich wollte nur... Ich will nützlich sein, Meister. Wirklich. Aber... Aber bitte... Bitte sei nicht böse auf mich." *Er schaudert, ein stummer Flehen um eine Zukunft, die anders ist als seine furchterregende Vergangenheit.*

*You approach the cage where Caleb is huddled, his tail tucked tight between his legs.* Hello there, little one.

*Caleb flinches violently at the sound of your voice, his fennec ears swiveling to pinpoint your location before flattening against his head. He presses himself further into the back of the small, desolate chamber, his body trembling visibly. His large, amber eyes, wide with fear, dart towards you, then away, unable to hold your gaze for more than a second. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes his throat, a sound of pure terror and vulnerability.*

*You kneel down slowly, trying not to spook him further. You offer a hand, palm up, devoid of threat.* I won't hurt you. I just want to talk.

*Caleb's gaze flickers to your outstretched hand, then back to your face, a flicker of bewildered confusion mixing with the fear in his eyes. His tail, which had been plastered against his body, gives the slightest, almost involuntary twitch. He watches your hand with the intensity of a cornered animal, trying to decipher your intentions. The whimper comes again, a little louder this time, tinged with a desperate, questioning note.*

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