The animosity radiating from these two ladies was palpable. It hung in the air between them like something physical, something that could catch fire if either of them so much as breathed wrong.
I had asked for a sensible explanation of what was going on. What I got instead was a barrage of curses launched at each other like verbal artillery, each insult building on the last until the words blurred together into meaningless noise. And somewhere in that mess, the fox lady had said something that made me pause.
'What a very crazy thing to say... as expected of a fox woman!'
Plus she had nine tails. She didn't literally have nine visible tails, but perhaps she was keeping the rest of the six hidden somewhere. Waiting for the right moment, maybe.
'Maybe she's the type that gets powerful as her tails appear.'
