Blackbeak Bluff A lonely little fox

"This is a big world," Aria cooed, pawing softly at the small fox to snuggle to her front. She was hesitant at first, but allowed her muzzle to rest upon the back of the girl as she spoke. "You are never alone in such a large place," she reassured her. Her white fur was in large contrast to the bright orange, but she was much larger and seemed to absorb the little thing. From certain angles the two appeared invisible, blending into the fluffy snow. 

She raised her head to look at the vixen, her tail waving a little. "Mean names?" she repeated, a bit in confusion. To be fair, she could understand. The poor thing was just talking to a tree... But she spoke that she was normal now. What could that mean? She didn't speak her concerns though, she simply listened. "I will not call you mean names. Anyone that does you should teach a lesson or two," she told her. Aria's head rested again on her head. "But for now, you are safe here."