Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

Boy, was he moody! If Fox wasn't sure that he would react just as terribly, she would have called him out as being a drama queen (for he clearly was). It was in Fox's nature to tease and torment. For whatever reason her personality had just turned out that way. She could stifle it, of course, as she was doing now, but doing that for too long left her feeling like she wasn't really being herself. Alas, her self-serving nature knew that it was in her best interests not to push Haunter too far, so she kept the nickname to herself.

“Oh, c’mon. I was only teasing. It’s kind of what I do.” If he didn't have the balls to handle one little joke, he probably didn't have the balls to sire her litter next year. To solidify her point, she gave him a quick lick on the cheek. “Besides, you have to be nice to me. Or I'll kick your butt to the curb.” She wouldn't really do such a thing, of course, but she certainly would contemplate it. He was always free to leave, too, even if a part of Fox would be sad if he did.