His mark on him, forever. Awe gives way to something pleased, something proud, and his gaze lifts. "Impulse? That doesn't sound like you at all."

Tattoos told stories. They were reminders of things that had made an impact on them through the course of their lives. Felix had used them to cover scars, or remind him of things he'd survived. But this, this was more than a badge of honor.

"I still intend to have my own." The fox, to match. Fittingly enough.