Chapter 9

Rahn lowered his head, still trembling like a leaf. A large puddle of urine had formed beneath him. The little fox was barely bigger than Celia’s palm. The falling cabinet must have seemed like a mountain collapsing on top of him. Celia showed no reaction. She hurried to a nearby shelf, grabbed the first piece of cloth she could find, and carefully wrapped it around the shaken cub. Then she discreetly blotted up every trace of urine beneath him. “You’re not hurt, are you?”