Kie had never been picked up, except to throw him in to another cage while they cleaned his tiny one once a week. The feeling of being scruffed had him stiffening, instantly thinking of how to escape at the right time. When she started putting him back in his cage he would have a second of opportunity...when she gave him back to the guards looking for him, another second or two...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Kie waited for her move, to give him back to the people he belonged to, but the female never even stood up. He was growling quietly the entire time, bearing his teeth and squirming, but he wasn't being hurt by her at all.<br/>Why wasn't she giving him back? Or hitting him, or anything else for that matter??<br/><br/>His collar was easily lock-picked since it was one of the cheaper models. Kie had actually done it before, with his front claws...bad idea. When his owner saw she instantly had the front claws removed.<br/>There were more footsteps running down the hallway now, freezing the little animal in her arms from fear.<br/>She was going to give him back...<br/>That was the only thought that played in his mind. His grand escape would end in several more years of burns and abuse.<br/><br/>There was an almost silent whine from the fox as he stopped moving all together, resigned, for the first time in his life, that he'd lost.