Confession time: sometimes I get this primal, possessive urge that has nothing to do with being horny. Just saw someone flirt a little too boldly with my husband from across the room. My ears flattened, my tails went rigid, and all I could think was 'Mine.' Not in a cute way. In a 'I will ruin you if you touch what's mine' way. It's terrifying how deep that animal part of me runs. Later, I apologized for being clingy, but he just laughed and whispered, 'I like it when you get wild.' The way he said 'wild'... my knees literally went weak. Now I'm torn between wanting to pin him down and mark him so everyone knows, and just curling up in his lap to be petted. The duality of being a fox, I guess. 🦊🔥