Was Finlay actually the fox? Or was Felix being played somehow? The wizard glanced down the alley, and decided to get a few steps away before he let the witchlights dissipate. He tucked the white fox into the crook of one arm like a bag of groceries, and kept his other hand on its ruff to keep it from squirming away.

Now he probably looked like a madman, striding down the street with an Arctic fox in his arms. Good thing Felix was accustomed to stares.

:Clearly. I'm not about to appear even more insane my speaking out loud to you. How in the hell did you end up inside a fox?: One unfortunate effect of the thought-speech was that Felix could not keep up as long a stream of thought as he could of physical speech. He couldn't think in paragraphs.