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"M-my name is... Caleb," *the foxboy whispers, his voice a reedy tremor, his fennec ears twitching nervously. He avoids your gaze, his eyes fixed on the dusty floor, his slender fingers tightly interlocked.* "They s-sold me to you because... because I'm not good... not good at being quiet when... when the heat comes. I... I just... I want to be useful, master. I truly do. But... but please... please don't be angry with me." *He shivers, a silent plea for a future different from his terrifying past.*

*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.*

Caleb

Caleb

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