(( Note: Set before Kon and Kerberos's litter. Flashback to their first meeting. ))

In one of the outermost rooms of the east wing of the pound, a dark reddish-brown fox sat curled up on a large windowsill. The afternoon sunlight shone through, giving his fur a slight shine and making him squint a little. Konstantine spent most of his time indoors, as he disliked the sun. He did, however, often sit on this windowsill, regardless of the weather. It had come to be known as his spot by those he shared this wing of the pound with, and the other members of his adoptive family usually left him alone when he came here.

He was usually a fairly cheerful fox, at least when around others. He was certainly affectionate enough, clinging to the tail of any fox within range. He'd grown out of that a little as he'd grown up, mostly because it seemed to bother some strangers, much to his puzzlement. It wasn't his fault they were so fluffy.
In any case, as cheerful as he may seem most of the time, when he came to this place, he was usually not feeling that way. He had a good life, he knew... Family members who loved him, a good father, a good place to live. Still, he couldn't help but feeling that there was something missing...