operation little birdie

 

  She listened to what he had to say from the back of her. She made a smug expression, but of coarse he wouldn't see. "True. True. But personally I would like to find my own food don't you think? It's just awful to crunch on some stale carcass. Not even knowing where it's been! Disgusting!" She didn't like to scavenge for food like the other foxes. It was another habit that separated her from others. It was just a rude, despicable act to her. A automatic crime, just as the wolf had said. When she did scavenge, it was always for a reason. Mostly if she hadn't had a proper meal in days. And still she would always want to gag when she finished. Yes, she was a weird little creature.

 She turned her head over her shoulder, her amber gaze studying from behind. "My name is Marble by the way." She turned her head back over, her ears listening to his footsteps. "What's yours? Or I'll have to call you Mr. Tooth or Furry Face.