Colour neo-traditional tattoo of two orange foxes curled together in a heart shape with black outlines, on the calf.

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Two foxes curled in a heart on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

Two orange foxes with white chests and bushy tails curl around each other, their eyes closed and their bodies forming a heart outline. Bold black outlines define the shapes, with smooth orange and white shading that gives the fur some volume. Strong colour fills the design against the plain skin of the lower leg, with a dark chair and background at the edges of the frame.

Neo-trad Calf Fox Heart Fur Tail

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The baker on Coldharbour Lane lit his ovens at half past three, and most mornings the vixen was already waiting by the yard gate, her coat grey with frost at the tips. He called her Mrs Pell because she never came past the gate, and because she had the look of a woman who knew the price of flour. He tossed her the burnt ends and she carried them off across the cobbles, never once hurrying.

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One February she came back with a dog fox at her heels. He was thinner than she was, with a notch cut out of one ear and a limp he favoured on the left foot. The baker threw a crust that fell short of them both. The dog fox did not run. He sat in the gutter and watched the light come up behind the chimneys, and the baker, who had no time for vermin, found he had no time to shout at them either.

The cold came hard that week. On the third morning the baker found the pair of them lying against the warm brick of the flue where it ran out under the yard wall. The vixen had her nose tucked under her tail. The dog fox lay curled around her with his own tail laid over both their backs, and their bodies made a rounded shape against the bricks, like dough pressed into a tin. Neither of them woke when the door creaked.

After that he left a heel of bread on the step every dawn and kept the gate latched only in the afternoons. His wife asked him why he had stopped throwing stones. He said the foxes had worked out the warmth before he had worked out the kindness, and he had only needed to catch up. By March the pair had a litter in the hedge at the bottom of the lane, and the baker left the flue door open a crack on cold nights so the bricks would hold their heat a little longer.