Shy Deer Steppes Where am I headed too?

The other fox was much different than he originally thought. Not only did he misjudge the fox's size (the size difference was more-apparent as he looked at him longer), but he noticed the creature didn't have the same black paws and ears that he was used to see his kind with. He quickly became skeptical of this "fox" fellow, but never the less crawled his way out of the bushes.

If they battled then and there, he believed he could have a chance to overpower him, but that was only to the fox's malnourished state and didn't take in account his fighting capabilities. He had no intention to, and instead thought of what kind of fox he was. Maybe he was some kind of crossbreed, like with the wolf-coyote hybrids he had seen on his travels. Still it wouldn't hurt to ask. With his temper still in relative ease, he asked, "So...what kind of fox are you?" it was then that he got the fox's scent, and would've paled if he didn't have any fur. He smelled similar to a wolf. Uneasy, he looked around to make sure if there were any wolves around, assuming that the guy had a run-in with a few of them.