Fox's Glade i'm up

The fox moved to avoid the first pinecone as it sailed past him. He felt himself grin a bit more that he thought he got on the raccoon's nerves. "True," he agreed with the raccoon's statement before noticing a second pinecone. He moved enough to avoid it, but the wind grabbed the projectile and plunked it on his head. Hiraku staggered a bit before regaining his bearings, admitting to himself he was being too careless. "Like I need to be more brain-damaged than I already am," he muttered to himself as he straightened up. At the very least, he knew the raccoon wouldn't fight him, though he can cause a headache...mentally and physically.

At the mention of him being sly, he chuckled. Animal stereotypes was something he and his brother got a lot of. It was particularly funny with Scratch, as he was always the biggest of cowards...and cannot hide even if his life depended on it. Maybe that's how he got torn apart. "Sly, somewhat. I prefer the term crazy. By the way, I prefer voles over coyote." He glanced at the coyote. "So I guess you're really not in danger, are you?"