Kintla Flatlands fluorescent adolescent

Like a mad bull the small fox threw kicks and blows at the air, his tail whipping wildly behind him. He felt the uncontrolable need to burn the energy he had stored inside him.

Bu before he could continue trashing around like a mad men, a gentle female voice called his attention. A few yards away a dark coated wolf stood looking at him.

Charlemagne like the naive teen he was didn't even stop to analyze if the larger canine before him could be a threat to him. Instead he raised his lush tail like a flag and revealed his small set of fangs in a mischiveous smile.

"Ello!" he barked, waving his tail in the air as he spoke.