At some point, when the fox fell to the ground, it was unable to get up.
It still had some strength left in its mind, however, it was using that strength to maintain this mental realm. Unless it wanted to set Atlas free, it could not disperse this place.
And it did not want to see him go free.
He was too much of an enigma.
The Kitsune's young mind was not hard to understand, but it was hard to describe. Rather than the cohesive mixture of thoughts and emotions that existed in a being that had been alive for some time, its brain was a mush of things it couldn't understand or define.
It felt so many new emotions every single day, and the same strong emotions it didn't know how to deal with always plagued it.
Before it met Atlas, such thoughts didn't exist in its mind.
Its life before this encounter was bleak, to say the least. In the first place, it was odd for a being that hadn't even hatched from its egg to know the definition of pain.