The tiny white ball of soft fur shook, then suddenly unwound into the lithe figure of a little fox.
The creature was barely the size of three fists put end to end, with five long, puffy undulating tails and brilliant white fur that seemed to reflect all light into a silver haze hanging around it.
The track along its belly and up its neck was a mix of shades of silver and soft rose colours, beautiful and utterly mesmerising.
Its ears were long and pointed, and the creature seemed straight out of heaven, so beautiful it seemed more like a dream than flesh and bone.
The creature's beady little golden eyes landed on Uriel, and he looked back at it.
His confusion melted away, and he chuckled.
"Well, would you look at that?" He sat up. "If it isn't my good old blood-drinking murderous buddy, then who is it?"
He let the little creature fall onto his palm, then softly picked it up by its nape, bringing it back to his face.
