Growling the now four tailed fox hopped out of her bed, and padded back down the stairs. Past many to sit by the window. Her posture stiff, and proper like a royal's should be. She didn't wish to be cooped up in her room, and when she decided to return to normal she would simply do so. Her fur always seemed to turn into a fur dress like the snow when she turned back. Even if it didn't her tails would cover her body.