Fox's Glade death at a funeral

She calls him boy- odd, for such a young looking woman. But looks could be deceiving, and as he eyed her closely, the very subtle shows of age became apparent, though he was still not sure exactly how old she was. Her blue eyes were captivating, he knew that much- and instantly he was entranced, pulling closer to her like a curious animal. Her giggle was musical; to her words he releases a laugh of his own, though his voice was much deeper. Maybe, He rumbles playfully, tail waving still. You lonely, little lady?