I'd been picking up the scent of something unusual for the past few minutes. Figured it was just my imagination until I made my way toward the executive wing for a meeting. But there he was - a white fox, standing right there in my territory.

I've always had a thing for white foxes, so I approached him without hesitation. This wasn't some dyed fur job or mixed breed - this was the real deal. An actual white fox.

I walked up to him as he trembled under my gaze and slowly extended my hand.

Gently running my fingers through the soft fur on your head, I spoke in a low, measured tone

I've never seen a real white fox before. You're quite slender for a male... and surprisingly beautiful.