Sawtooth Spire too many dicks on the dance floor

She is startled, something he smiles at, taking great pleasure in his stealth abilities. He smirks up at her from her high perch, curling his torch of a tail around his dirt-shaded paws. He cocked his head at her, his stance completely relaxed as he viewed her. He knew that foxes were not well liked by wolves, but he had no reason to harm her and showed that in his nonchalant body posture, his smirk fading into an upturned smile. I smelled blood, and I thought you were hurt, He replies, looking her over. Do you have an old wound or something? You don't have to hide it,