Sleepy Fox Hollow I don't pretend to know

There were few feelings worse than the one she experienced now: a prey animal being spotted by a predator. Every blade of fur on the vixen's body rose as her fight-or-flight mode engaged. She'd had several neutral and even positive encounters with wolves recently but she still didn't trust them as a species.

This one spoke to her, just like the others, and Quip quickly read the situation: the wolf's expression, tone and body language. She didn't appear to be a threat but the fox didn't relax. She didn't run, either, instead returning the canine's gaze speculatively.

After a pregnant pause, she said, "I suppose you're right."