Zanthe gently began to wash the dye out of her fur. What if he has a fear of the color white? What do I do then? As she washed her body, the catfox was acutely aware of every scar she had. What will he think of those? I never told him what I do... God, I wish I'd dated more in high school before... oh yeah. That too. Blushing, Zanthe sighed and washed off her torso, her fingers brushing over a small fading scar near her ribcage. There are a lot of things I should have done in high school.