Blacktail Deer Plateau yellow cake

It's good to be writing with you again! I miss Syntax+Dhani threads. (YOU DID PLAY HIM, RITE?) ;-;

A rustling of the foliage, followed by a rather loud slur of curse words, caused Fox to tilt her head in the direction of the noise. It was one of the wolves that had been at the meeting prior (or so Fox thought; she'd never been good with remembering folks). The Beta did not know her name, where she was from, or any little detail about her. Clueless was the best word to describe her thoughts on the other girl, although she could certainly write down her first impression as "amusing."

“Aye,” she replied, “They’re little bastards who can’t be trusted.” Fox could relate to that in more ways than one. “I’ve never eaten one, but I imagine they’d be sour anyway.” Besides, it just seemed so very wrong to eat the very animal that was her namesake. There was plenty of easier prey to catch, and Fox enjoyed the taste of rabbit. It was a shame she no longer lived in a place with plentiful fish, for she'd grown quite used to the taste.