This is not mine it was writen by Bernard Doove
I was enjoying watching the unfamiliar scenery passing by. We were in a ground car on a back road in America on the way to a foxtaur community where Goldfur’s mate was to introduce us to his family. My mind wandered back a couple of days to when we were first introduced to him.
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We met Red soon after we had gotten back from our mountain retreat. Kris, Trina and I arranged to have Goldfur bring him over for dinner. They arrived at exactly the appointed time with Goldfur’s usual remarkable timing. Red seemed a bit shy and shi had to urge him inside to meet us. He was a handsome foxtaur, his coat having the common red fox markings, but the colour was an unusually deep shade of red, thus earning him his nickname. His fur was well kept and shiny, and his tail was proud and bushy. His only clothing was a wonderful soft leather vest that looked home-made, but with great craftsmanship. We all gathered in the spacious living room for formal introductions.
Goldfur announced, “I would like everyone to meet Garrek, my love-mate. Garrek, this is my sister Forestwalker.”
I stepped up and embraced him and said, “You are welcome in our home Garrek. And please, just call me Forest.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he returned the hug. He definitely was a shy one! He said, “I’m pleased to meet you after hearing so much about you from Goldfur. And all my friends call me Red.”
“Well, Red, I would like you to meet my life-mates, Kris and T Continue reading