The insane fox had come across the small furry lump some time before the sun began to set. His green eyes had been fixed on the creature with intent curiosity trying to figure out what sort of small black lumpy thing dies in his clearing, without the decency of stopping its breathing. It was really rude. Needless to say when the small canine awoke it caused the unstable fox to quickly flee behind the nearest tree. It wasn't even dead, that was even ruder!
He peaked out from behind the tree, a look of suspicion on his face, his brethren having already started their call far behind. Aww, the poor. ...thing. It looked scared.
You should know He called to the black lump I don't mind things dying in my clearing, but at least you could have stayed dead. Also next time stop breathing, dead things breathing isn't right. He moves back into the clearing, to get a better look at the ..thing.