He thought it was a curse gained from living among dogkin. He felt guilty for his daughter having an unfulfilled destiny. By now, Vargis firmly believed she would only grow her tails if she moved in with the foxkin, but Kitsara was a stubborn woman who didn't want to live with them partly because of how they treated her, and partly because of how much she loved her father and her people.
Yet now… before his very eyes, a second tail had emerged.
His beloved little girl—his pride, his joy—had finally advanced.
His grip on his war axe loosened as his gaze traveled onto the man holding her. This man… this outsider… had achieved something Vargis himself could not, not in over three decades of desperate attempts. The realization hurt his pride greatly, but at the same time, another emotion assaulted his heart.
