"I can help you if you want it." Natasha said to the fox limping over to her couch and sat down. "How can you help me?" the fox asked curious. "I can give you shelter, protect you, feed you..." she began to say. "Like a pet?" he asked. "Do you want to be a pet?" Natasha asked surprised. "Yes. I'd love to be your pet." he said likiing that idea. "If that's what you want then so be it." Natasha said with a smile. That made the anthro fox. "You need a name then." she said thinking. The fox thought for a minute and a name came to him. "How about Frank." he suggested. "Frank the fox. Sounds good." Natasha said with a smile and then she groaned in pain. Frank walked up to Natasha worried and put his paw-like hands on her ankle. A white light came out from his hands and Natasha yelled surprised "My ankle doesn't hurt anymore! You just healed me!" [Hell the hell did I do that?] Frank thought wondering how he did that.