Moonstone Quarry Pretty rocks for a fox

The world to him was full of new and exciting things, and he had no small amount of curiosity within his own breast. She spoke of being different, of a sparkle rox, and thus had easily captured his attention and his belief. He looked with wonder upon the gem, oooohhing softly at this new thing. He wished to find one for himself, for whatever purpose who knew. He was simply mesmerized by the novelty of the stone. "Prettiness," he said of it.

She complimented his foxiness, and he straightened up proudly. "Thanking you!" He chirped. "I am very happy about it too. I look just like the first foxwolf ever I am told!"