Tuktu Weir I’m No Hero

Dakota's answer, in Riley's eyes, was not very helpful. So, he was supposedly like a fox then? Food? Riley didn't think this male would make an easy dinner, and that was when his interest in the fox-not-fox waned considerably.

Already Dakota was sitting down, ready to dive into a palaver that Riley had little interest in partaking in. Rudely (sorry, Dakota) Riley didn't stay: he had seen and learned enough from this strange canine creature to learn he would have better success elsewhere. He was not particularly keen on keeping company, nor was he interested in talking about himself with a stranger.

The best Dakota would get as a goodbye was a grunt, and then Riley was stalking bullishly on his way.