Fox's Glade saying fuck your name

for @Taylor

After Evie had gotten him all fixed up and they'd departed, Toad had head north. The stench of foxes was thick in the wood, making him scrunch up his nose with some disgust. He paced the place impatiently, hungrily, eventually finding a trail to track to its source- there he would find three foxes, devouring their own little meals of mouse and squirrel. 

Within a few minutes, two foxes had been chased off, the other slaughtered in a rather gruesome mess. Toad leaned down over the corpse with eyes that darted back and forth, as if expecting more of the little devils to emerge from shadow. But nothing came. So he set into the work of consumption, bloodying pale muzzle as he ripped into the stomach of the vermin.