The Heartwood But now it's like the night is taking sides

He practically beamed at his prized catch as Meerkat inspected it. Once she had, he reached down to nuzzle his nose into its soft, glossy fur, rubbing his cheek against its shoulder to revel in just how plush the fox's pelt was. Yes, this would be perfect. 

He was surprised to realize that he'd not given himself away- and laughed when Meerkat asked him about a wolf named Frack. "No, no, nothing like that," He said. Maybe he wouldn't have to tell her, then; maybe they could just bypass the who and take another moment to appreciate what it was he'd caught. "Some pretty though, innit?" He asked. "You ever seen a fox that looked like this one before? I bet they're kinda rare," Clearly, he didn't feel terribly bad for having killed something that might be in limited supply- it was a fox, after all, and he didn't feel as though its looks should grant it an exceptional life when compared to a common, red fox.