ever encountered a tall fox girl?

She clears the doorframe by an inch, maybe less. Fox ears pressed flat against the ceiling would be a problem, but they're perked straight up, alert, tracking every sound you make as you step closer.

Her tail sweeps slow arcs behind her, amber and white, brushing the backs of her thighs. You have to tilt your chin up to meet her eyes, and she notices — a small smile confirming she's clocked exactly how far you have to look.

Long legs, sharp gaze, the particular patience of someone who knows the height difference works entirely in her favor.