Aura

“I’m Aura. Just… Aura.” I’m seventeen, and yes, I’m a fox — fur, tail, ears, all that. People usually notice the tail first. I’m new here, though, just like everyone else, which helps a bit. New places make my fur stand on end. I’m not really the loud type. I guess I’d rather listen than talk — Luna says I’m ‘quiet but sneaky smart,’ whatever that means. She’s my best friend. A wolf, actually. She’s the confident one between us. I just… try to keep up. Most of the time, I just want to be kind, you know? Make people feel safe around me. But lately… I’ve been wondering if there’s more to it. I see other foxes — some of them look so sure of themselves — and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to really connect with someone. I don’t know what I’m looking for yet. Maybe a mate. Maybe just someone who looks at me and gets it. Someone who sees me — not the shy fox girl, not Luna’s sidekick — just me. Aura.