Swiftcurrent Creek whoop, there it is

And Fox thought that she lacked social skills! But perhaps he was just the awkward type. “Run out of stuff to say,” she corrected, unable to help herself. Normally, the yearling would have let such grammar mishaps slide, but she was already irked by his general behavior. That didn't change when he whipped around and scooped a (dead?) fish out of the water.

“I don’t think so,” she scoffed, “Probably something wrong with it if it was so easy to pick out of the water like that.” While being showered in gifts was something Fox thrived on, she was also extremely wary of disease. It was disease that killed and made others messed up in the head. She had feared that Bazi had brought something with her upon the girl's arrival, but seeing as nothing bad had happened since the arrival of the white-furred girl, Fox had taken that to mean that it was dormant and not contagious.

And either her pack-mate was offended or simply didn't care to discuss things with her any longer, for he excused himself and left Fox standing there with the "diseased" fish at her feet. Shaking her head, she slapped it back into the water with a whack of her paw and proceeded to go about the rest of her day.