The Heartwood Don't screw this up!

The fox started to allow his gaze to wander. He quickly became uneasy as the conversation dragged on, or the closest he can get to one. The only solace he could take was the fact she didn't attack on first sight and the fact the muskrat in her jaws prevented her from biting his own head off.

Without too much idea to understand her, he asked a question. "So, I guess you can't really talk. Any way you can respond?" If he couldn't get a means of communication, he would just run away. Might as well not waste her time if he can't even communicate with her.