Dalton stared. He wanted the fox. The auctioneers voice echoed in his head. one of the last of his clan. . . Without hesitating, he stood up and said, "10,000" (sorry idk a lot about auctions O-O)
"Ah-1-100! Can I hear any higher? Anyone? No? Alright then-100 going once, 100 going twice and-SOLD! To the young man in the front, c'mon down and collect your prize!"
He could get a closer look at him now. He was curled up in a ball at the back of the cage, ears pressed flat against his head and tail drooped, trembling as he stared wide eyed up at him
