I stop next to Mimi, take her by the collar and watch Angelina for a few seconds. She’s trying her best, but she’s slow. Probably still weak from lack of nutrition. I point with my hand toward Angelina, giving Mimi the command for “protect”, and cross my arms over my chest.
Mimi runs toward Angelina at mad speed and, halfway there, starts making a wide circle, to intercept her. Angelina changes her course, veering right, but Mimi keeps running a few meters in front of her, having a great time. My little fox realizes she’s not going anywhere and suddenly stops, turns to face me with her hands squeezed tightly into small fists, and glares at me.
“She’s herding me like cattle,” she grumbles when I approach.
“She’s guarding you.”
“Like I’m a cow.”
“Yup.” I bend and grab her around the wai
