AN:// Short, no point, no plot, no anything really.

Fox

The fox sighed – or perhaps more accurately whuffed – in resignation. It was clear that no-one was going to meet him here, in the middle of a very small wood that was in the middle of a very large city. There were other wooded areas, areas with trees and a modicum of shelter from the prying eyes of humans but this one was where he had arranged to meet her and here was where the other wasn’t.

Either way, it was becoming more and more obvious that going the wood was futile, and that he was alone.

Turning from the glade, the fox abandoned all hope of meeting the person he was waiting for and slunk away without a sound

Blind dates sucked.

AN:// Told you so. I just wrote it with the intention of it going someplace, preferably an action-packed novel of at least 120 thousand words, with the fox being a kitsune and the mystery person being a demon accomplice. Fat chance.