Fox's Glade Pumpkin Pie Time

The female was draped in a coat of a variety of browns and adorned with eyes of honey, similar to his own, but a much lighter shade. Arion did not speak, instead observed her stoically as she pranced towards him, tail wagging and a large smile spreading across her maw. Then she lowered the front part of her body, her butt sticking up into the air, shifting into a playful position and said two words, asking him to fight her. Was she serious? She was asking a complete stranger to fight her? It seemed a bit suspicious to the greek, it had to be some kind of trick.

Growing up, Arion had always been a suspicious wolf, building strong walls around him, walls that were extremely hard to break down. He trained himself to spot tricks, spot the holes in the walls, spot the weakness in his enemies, in the prey, and so it was natural for him to be suspicious about the female. But boredom was washing over him, and fighting had always been a way for him to think and allow him to still be able to function well without the extract.

Then the female moved backwards before shifting into her previous position once more. She reminded the chocolate warrior ever so slightly of his sister and so it was only after he spoke, did he realize he had slipped into his native tongue of greek. "Δεν ξέρετε, όμως με ρωτάτε να σας πολεμήσουν. Είναι βλακώδες ακόμα ύποπτο ταυτόχρονα."

Tilting his head slightly, the greek spoke, this time in English. "Don't you think this is suspicious?"