Fox's Glade Time to play

Soon, soon the little witch would enchant a child by her song. Drawing it forth from the protection of its valley and into the glen which outskirts their territory. Though it was not a little pup which she had hoped for, no. Though he was still but a yearling, the wolf was far larger then she and her dainty little self. His acidic attention one she remembered all too well enough. 

My mind is still yet sharp, that it is. She was not at all old, not by a long shot. And he who had aging leaders far older then herself should know being older did not always mean becoming weakened with it. 

She turned directly to him then, now that she had been interrupted of her song. Her plush tail flicking upward in the air and she regards his snarled up expression with a huff. Now, now, why so serious? She grins, a laugh. I only want to play!