operation little birdie

 She laughed at his words. "Yes, I am a bit different from the rest. But I don't want to be rude and steal anyone else's food. What if it was for someone's babies? Or for someone who was practically dying from hunger?" She had always felt guilty when she had watched her parents scavenge as a kit. They tried their hardest to teach and persuade her, but she had refused to learn. Always making and excuse like 'I'm tired' or 'I don't feel very well.' Maybe the second excuse was true. It made her want to puke when she saw another's dead body. Good thing she hadn't lived with any other foxes, otherwise she would be teased till' the cows came home. She had qualities only her parents could love.


 Teeth scraped onto her bushy tail, making her yelp. She pushed her tail back to her side Her face had a baffled expression until Kove told her not to call him that. "Sorry Kove. I didn't want to offend you." She turned around to back around behind him, fearful he might do it again. Tiny drops of blood started to pat onto the floor, but the vixen just ignored it. She could wash t off. She sighed heavily and called over, "You're such a bore sir. I know you don't want to speak with me, and your probably tired of me yapping..." She silently added to herself, I can't help it. "But tell me Mr. Kove, what do wolves like to do for fun? I know you do more than patrol and hunt all day long."