Wapun Meadow bad to the bone

The small fox, watched attentively as she replied coldly to his comments, hmm perhaps she had woken up at the wrong side of her den, he swished his tail around like a whipp and flicked an ear back, signaling he did not feel satisfied with her answer.

He was a curious being of course, as a fox, it was in his nature, in his veins, just like the wanderlust that took over his heart. He wished of going beyond the mountains that held the meadow he had always called home captive. He wished to go far and fly high.

Finally, the black she-wolf gave him a concrete answer. Erika. That was her name. A subtle smile tugged at his lips, revealing his front teeth.Quite a funny sight. "Well! Pleasure to meet you Erika, sorry for wanting to be nice," he barked,"I guess cordiality isn't something worth giving to a petty fox?" he remarked, lowering his head to grab his mouse again.