As far as he remembered, before their battle the little fox had only had three tails. Then, after their battle, when he'd found it sleeping in his bed, it had five tails.
Uriel had assumed the fox had gained its tails after gaining its two additional cores, one for each, considering it had already had a chaos core before.
"But if that's the case, why did it suddenly go down to two?"
He eyed it, his gaze running along its figure. "Hm. Wow, you actually evolved at the same time as I did."
"Well, it's reassuring to know it went well. I was a bit afraid something would go wrong but—"
"Kih!"
"—yes, I know, a being as perfect as you would never fail, I know, but still, I worried, which turned out to be for nothing."
He sighed. "To make your old man worry so much, so early, you should be ashamed of yourself, young man."
The creature snarled, and Uriel, in turn, sucked his teeth in disapproval. "You'll learn eventually."
