Wolf RPG

@Fox
The handsome fox knew he was approaching the borders of another pack, one with many members. Kesik approached warily, for he knew of the dangers a territorial wolf could pose. Some distance away he lifted his dainty head and let out a call for anyone to speak to, really. He was lonely, in this seemingly foxless land, and any company was welcome. He sat then, but after a few minutes a golden bug crawling slowly up a trunk caught his eye. he swatted at the shiny thing, but wings erupted from it's back and away it flew.

The chattering of a squirrel interrupted his silent vigil, and Kesik thought perhaps he should present anyone who answered his call with a gift. Perhaps to soften their temper, if they had any. Minutes later, he was sitting again, this time with the warm body of a squirrel over his paws, staining the snow pink.

To Peregrine, foxes were merely food. To Fox, they were something a little bit different. While she wouldn't risk her own life to save one (which she'd proven just a few weeks ago), she typically avoided eating them. Of course, if Peregrine happened to bring one home for dinner, she wouldn't refuse. But there had been at least one instance where she'd given him big ol' puppy eyes so he wouldn't kill one right in front of her. This typically applied to red foxes, of which she was named after, but she did have a bit of a soft spot for all foxes. They were terribly amusing.

So when the strange yowl of the marbled fox caught the Alpha's attention, she deviated from her intended path to meet him. He was colored in such a way that she had never seen before, which only intrigued her more. The marbled thing held a squirrel beneath his front paws, and Fox cocked her head curiously as she approached. "Was that you making all the racket?" she asked, unsure if the little goblins could actually understand her.

The little fox stood and bowed his little head. "Greeting ma'am. I did not mean to cause a disturbance, for that I apologize. I wish only to speak with one of these lands, and for your time I offer a gift." he lifted his head from his bow with the squirrel in his jaws. Very carefully, he darted forward and placed the plump squirrel at her paws. He darted back again and sat, his tail tucked over his paws in a nonthreatening manner. His sky blue optics scanned the vibrant red fae, waiting almost worriedly for her reply. He had never seen a wolf of her coloring, and wondered for a brief moment if perhaps there may be blue wolves as well. he dismissed the notion however, after he tried to imagine one. It just wasn't right.

Ma'am. Well, that was a word Fox hadn't been called before. She must be getting old. Then came the realization that a fox was actually speaking to her, something that certainly hadn't happened previously. Before she could get in a word, he was darting at her, causing Fox to take a jump backwards. “I didn’t even think I’d be able to understand you,” she replied. Of course, she'd missed what he'd said entirely. Not that it mattered. It was all just formalities.

Fox gobbled up the squirrel in all of three crunchy bites, bones and all. She was a sucker for gifts, and now that she had little ones on the way, she'd take all that she could get. Swallowing the last bite, Fox licked her lips. “So why exactly are you here?” she asked. It did feel a little bit weird to be talking to a Fox of all things, but maybe it was just a dream anyway. If she'd been spiritual in any sense of the word, she might've thought it was a "sign" from her namesake. Alas, she wasn't, so she rolled with it for now.

"Ma'am, I am looking for another fox. Have you seen one? It gets very lonely around here, you see." He gave her his best 'cute' eyes, and sincerely hoped that she would not eat him. That would be terrible. The little fox was ready to dart away in fear, but held himself in check, for now. If this wolf made any sudden moves, he would be gone.

Ma'am again. Fox wasn't exactly an old lady, and she wondered why the marbled creature kept talking to her like that. "Can’t say I have," Fox replied with a shrug. Sure, her name was Fox, but she had a pretty good feeling that didn't quite qualify. "Don’t you know how to sniff out your own kind?" she asked. Maybe foxes didn't have the right noses for the job. "And don’t you know that wolves eat foxes?" Of course, Fox didn't eat foxes, but she'd seen Peregrine eat one on more than one occasion. And she was pretty sure that he would've eaten the little kits they'd found unprotected last year.

Kesik sighed. "But alas, ma'am, I have not scented a single fox for many weeks." After a moment, she continued to speak, and Kesik's eyes grew bigger and bigger at her words. "Please do not eat me, ma'am. I'm not very tasty, and I could bring you other prey!" he cried, trembling. Any moment now, he expected this wolf to lunge at him and eat him. But he held his ground, even after taking a nervous step backward.

"If I was gonna eat you," she replied with a scoff, "I’d have done it already." Or rather, she would have attempted to. Fox had never been a great hunter by any means. That had always been Peregrine's strong suit. "And I don’t need some fox bringing me food," she added with a look to the marbled creature. "You think I can't get food on my own?" she asked indignantly. Of course, she'd already taken the squirrel from him... but that was only because he'd offered it up to her.

"Besides, why would you bring food to me? Shouldn’t you be looking around for some of your own kind rather than trying to placate some rando wolves?" This was, of course, the first time Fox had ever spoken to a fox. And he seemed a bit on the dull side. When he didn't respond (for what reason, Fox would never know), she shrugged and went about her day. She didn't need some dumb fox to fill her day with whining.