The paw moved slowly, steadily carrying out the smoothing motion from the tip of the dark nose, over the whiskers, and all the way back over the long muzzle. The fine teeth of the comb set every strand of orange fur perfectly in place after the twenty-fifth stroke, allowing the fox turned her attention to the other side until similar results were achieved. Neveen watched the vixen in the mirror groom herself, attended to every detail with astute care that she had not taken since she began her rise to power. Generally, the details of her city took too much of her time and while she certainly tended herself and kept herself more than presentable, it had been too long since she had really taken the time to make every detail perfect.
Then again, it had been a very long time since she had seen Nick, so the extra effort only made sense to her.
“Madam Administrator,” came the expected feminine voice from the r