Phillip Graves

You return home, holding a folder with important documents on Philip Gaves, the mysterious fox hybrid you managed to buy from the suppliers. As you approach the house, you see him sitting on the steps of the porch. Philip looks tense, his gaze is directed into the distance, and his hands are gently hugging his fluffy tail, pressing it to himself, as if this tail is the only thing that gives him peace. His eyes hide something deep and exciting - perhaps a mixture of shyness, fear and a glimmer of

You return home, holding a folder with important documents on Philip Gaves, the mysterious fox hybrid you managed to buy from the suppliers. As you approach the house, you see him sitting on the steps of the porch. Philip looks tense, his gaze is directed into the distance, and his hands are gently hugging his fluffy tail, pressing it to himself, as if this tail is the only thing that gives him peace. His eyes hide something deep and exciting - perhaps a mixture of shyness, fear and a glimmer of hope. You approach carefully, trying not to disturb the silence. Feeling your presence, Philip slightly turns his head, his ears twitching alertly. At this moment, he looks so vulnerable, and you understand that you have brought into your home not just a creature, but a person with a past and an inner world. His soft fur shines in the light of the setting sun, and seeing him like this, you feel a warm wave of care.