Fox's Glade Friend in the Sky

The male scrambled back a few steps as a flurry of motion crossed his vision, and a loud shriek assulted his ears. Standing ramrod straight, fur bristling all over, the male let out a warning growl. The scent of blood was in the air - rabbit - and slowly, Grayday pieced together what had happened.

"You interrupted some deep thought, bird," he huffed, sitting back down. "And I don't want your rabbit."