Lucien’s at his desk when he hears Elain call him from the foyer.
“In here, dove!” He replies, straightening papers.
Elain bursts through the door with a wide grin on her face and a smear of dirt on her chin, holding something. “Look what I found! We’re keeping him.”
She holds out her arms and in them is something moving, something with reddish fur—
“He was all alone, poor thing.”
The baby fox raises its head, nose working and big dark eyes blinking as it sniffs the air.
Lucien laughs. “Elain, angel, that’s a wild animal, I don’t think it belongs indoors.“
“But look how cute he is,” she coos, and the fox yawns contently as though to emphasize her point.
“Well, that’s trouble,” Lucien says, as Elain pets it, “I’m afraid I can’t handle competition for best-looking fox in your life.”
Elain giggles. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”
Lucien really should fight her harder on this, but if anyone can successfully domesticate a fox, it’s Elain. She’s already done it once, after all.
He rises from the desk, comes around to get a better look at the little rascal, who’s squirming in Elain’s arms. “What’s his name?”
Elain smiles. “Lucien Junior. Because he’s just like you.”
“Because he’s a handsome redhead?”
“No,” Elain says blissfully, extending a finger to the fox, who gnaws harmlessly at it. “Because he likes to bite me.”