Northstar Vale your friendly neighborhood major

Just like the fox, really, Redshank was feeling like stirring up some mischief. He had growing pains that made his legs ache and his mood sour, ready to snap at anything that decided to test what little patience he had. He was gnawing on a damp tree branch angrily when a distant yet bright red figure racing across their territory caught his eye. He had only managed to catch a glimpse of it but, deciding it was far more interesting than this stick he had, Redshank abandoned it to pursue the strange streak of red.

He headed in the general direction it had gone, picking up on the foreign, not-wolf scent as he did so. Nose to the ground, he weaved among the trees, finally coming upon the creature and a fellow pack mate who was confronting it.

The boy stared with a mixture of horror and fury at their raided cache and the fat little fox that had plopped down before it. The pale-coated female was already reprimanding it but, where she chose diplomacy, Redshank chose violence. The creature stood and replied with a hint of doubt in his voice as the boy leapt forward in an attempt to pounce on him in the same moment. "Too fuckin' late!" he snarled as he did so. Oh, he was certainly going to try and eat him.