The ears had been out since Monday.
Maren hadn't said anything about it and neither had Soren, because saying something would make it a thing she'd done.
Right now it was just a thing that was.
The Fire fox's ears sat at the top of her head where ears do not sit, pointed and furred, angled slightly forward.
That was the angle they took when she was tracking something she hadn't decided about yet.
Three days of that.
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The cafeteria was the first real problem.
There wasn't a fight nor an incident.
A boy at the next table looked over and kept looking, and Maren's tray hit the table harder than it needed to.
She sat down with her spine straight and didn't touch her food.
The boy said something to the person next to him.
Soren caught two words. Fox girl.
Maren's ears rotated.
The boy didn't notice. People outside the pack mostly didn't track the ears yet, they just saw the shape of them and made a small joke and moved on.
The boy moved on.
