Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

Tousaint tucked the fox tail nearer to his chest, where it could blend in with red fur of his own and be protected by his hovering jaw. His ears turned back, knowing that it was his littermate who approached. Her tread was unmistakable. His sister was a crashy, thrashy mouth-breather who always smelled just a little bit off and never followed the rules. He'd taken a look at the gift Val had brought for her, and it had been worth a moment of his time, but he had little interest in having it shoved in his face again. 

"Mwen te wè li," He said, hoping she might be dismissed if she knew he didn't want to look at it again.