operation little birdie

The reaction he received from the fox brought a chuckle out of his throat. It had amused him much more than what he had expected it would. Perhaps he was too good at mixing lies and the truth sometimes, but that skill had aided him much more often than it's ever harmed him. Normally, he would have continued on with a serious charade, but he didn't bother with it this time. Instead, some more short bouts of laughter left him. “Not as awful as you might imagine,” he informed her, amusement clear in his voice. He was enjoying himself, in a rather twisted sort of way. If she had been a wolf, then perhaps he would have interacted with her differently, but the unlucky girl was born a fox instead.

When Kove heard her voice, or more importantly the words it formed, he couldn't help but shake his head. It had taken her long enough to realize that, but not nearly as long as he'd figured. He was certain it would have taken her right up until they reached the forest to understand that he wasn't leading her anywhere near a river, but she had been quicker to figure it out than that. He mentally gave her props for being able to do so. “I was wondering when you would realize that,” the man commented, another chuckle mixing with the end of his sentence. He lowered his head and pushed his ears forward, grinning at her in a way that would most likely resemble a madman. It was all an act, of course. “Are you going to run now?” he inquired, grinning all the while. It was like a game to him, messing with her.