You sigh in relief as the vixen smiles gently. You don't read any hostility in her expression.
"Well... You small funny, hooman," she says, "and you look kind of funny too. But... To be honest, you're kinda cute. Or--wait, do you not like being called cute? I guess some people might find that insulting."
You want to shrug to show you don't care either way, but you can't make any gestures, seeing as your entire body is encased in this giant creature's furry fist. So you just speak up again.
"It's fine," you say. "I'm just glad you don't want to hurt me."
"Oh, I'd never hurt something that can talk," the Anthro said. "That's where I draw the line."
You nod. That's good to know. In fact, the knowledge that this giant creature is holding you in her grasp but means you no harm makes you feel very glad. In her fist, you're safe. And you like that.
Even so, there is still the problem of your sudden teleportation to this weird forest. The existence of this giant anthropomorphic fox girl and her lack of knowledge about humans makes you think you're not even on Earth anymore. And although you like the idea of a giant creature caring for and protecting you, you wish you could go home nonetheless.
You consider asking the vixen if she knows anything about how you might have been teleported. Maybe there's magic here, and you don't know it. Alternatively, you can just roll with it and talk with this big friendly giantess...
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