Swiftcurrent Creek one for the money

Fox quickened her pace when she realized somebody had beaten her to the cache, and she had her hackles raised and was ready to beat some sense into somebody when she realized who it was. In an instant, her posture switched from hostile to aloof, and she halted all together. Her grey eyes focused on him, and her chest suddenly felt tight and strange. Fox hated and enjoyed whatever was pressing through her right now, but she could not explain it. She remained stiffened for at least ten or twenty seconds before she gingerly put one forefoot forward.

He was the only one aside from Lethe that she had taken a liking to here (although Jinx might have a number in the hat if she kept it up). Still unsure of herself, Fox made a move to turn around, only to go back on her decision and face the nameless male once again. She pouted her lips in frustration, eyes sticking to the ground. “Fox,” she said, speaking that single word that she knew so well. After a pause, she realized that probably didn't make much sense. “That’s my name.” Well, if she wasn't an idiot before, opening her trap had surely solidified it.