operation little birdie

  She followed him slowly, keeping a distance between the big bad wolf (or so she thought) and herself. The environment around her felt still and eerily silent, which sent a chill down the vixen spines. Her amber eyes flicked side to side, expecting some others to attack her from all angles. She looked back at the wolf she had followed and called out, "I'm not some criminal you know! I have responsibilities just like you." She darted up to his side and looked up. From above, he looked quiet small, but now he looked like a giant.

  "I eat, sleep, and feel pain just like you. So doesn't that make us similar in a way?" She doubted her own words for a moment. How could a wolf be like a fox? There was nothing in common. But still, they were both living, breathing, creatures. Both have fur. Both have blood. Both feel emotions. Maybe wolves weren't that bad after all?

 "But I don't know. Maybe that's just weird." She started to trot in front, almost darting, but not quite. She spun her head over her shoulder to keep an eye on him.