It was your girlfriend Merry, she was a fox like you but not only was her shape more elegant and her look more feminine, but her fur was a darker orange to maybe an orangeish red color.
"Hey Foxy Loxy" Merry chimed using your pet name that personally you didn't like, but you never told her that.
"Morning Merry" you replied with a smile, "so what do I owe for this occasion?"
"The band in my father's nightclub" she said with mixed feelings, "they kind of just got up and left for a better provider and my daddy needs a guitarist to complete the substitute band."
"And you told him that I played guitar" you filled in, "how did he feel about it."
"Quite well, though he still grumbled half the time" Merry admitted, "so you should probably bring your A game on stage." You gulped, her father was less of a fox and more of a wolf, and he didn't like you much for the fact that you lived in the slummyer part of the slums. Still, he was kind enough to at least let you two go out on a date here and there occasionally.
"Well, I would love to prove that I'm reliable to your father" you said gleefully.
"Good, now let's get in the car before someone jacks it" Merry said racing over to a slightly dinged up compact and waiting for you to get your guitar.
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