Fox's Glade i'm up

I should not have laughed out loud at the image of a raccoon grabbing a rock and smashing Reggie with it. But I did.

Their responses could not have been more different. The raccoon threatened her, his remark about her species causing Reggie's ears to fold backward. Why did every other wild animal out there seem to hate the coyote so much? Before she could think on it much, the fox declared that he meant her no harm. He then spoke to the masked bandit, although taunted might have been a better term.

Regipre blinked slowly. Was the fox instigating the raccoon? She felt hope blossom in her chest, along with a little bit of gratitude. Maybe if they distracted one another, she could somehow slip away into the underbrush. Of course, they could (and would) come after her if they didn't kill one another first. But it was really her only hope. The young coyote really couldn't have been more weak or helpless.

Her other option was, of course, to pick a side. The choice was obvious. Although the raccoon was clearly quite feisty, the fox was larger and swifter. Besides, he meant her no harm, whereas the coon had openly antagonized her. Reggie would just have to forgive the fox for trying to egg the raccoon into making good on his threat.

After quickly weighing her options, Reggie said to the vulpine, "I'll catch as many fish as you like if you protect me from him." Her golden eyes swept to the raccoon, then back to the fox's sharp features, and the whelp unknowingly held her breath. It was a huge gamble but Regipre had played her only card.