Silverlight Terrace at war with oneself

The stranger eventually noticed her and surprised Wildfire by running up to her and spouting a string of enthused exclamations. Slightly taken aback, she blinked at the scat-slathered critter, an uncertain smile twitching one corner of her mouth. He said something about foxes and wolves. Assuming he didn't know her mother (despite the resemblance), she figured he was referring to the woodland creature he looked like—that they looked like, evidently...

"Foxwolf? Is that what happens when a fox and a wolf breed?" Wildfire wondered aloud, unaware of the impossibility. Her black tail twitched back and forth. It would explain his appearance. Not hers, though. "My parents are both wolves," she told him in a sort of apologetic tone, as she was clearly letting him down with this information, "although my mother's name is Fox..."