[Spirit, it's so hard to run in this dress. Doesn't this fox realized it yet? Perona's hand-made parasol is closed and hanging on her arm.

Thank god it stopped when John petted her. The fox lifted her chin up smiling with a soft purr. Perona let out a quiet sigh.]

I swear you did that on purpose. [Speaking to the fox 'mon. Now to John.]

She does, and this time she better stay near her trainer. What are you doing here anyway?