Fox's Glade Won't you come and change me?

Aliana raised an eyebrow at the snow-white wolf; hunting foxes? Really…? Not that the very thought of it ‘disgusted’ her pre say. When a wolf is hungry, meat is meat but hunting foxes… 

Well, it just didn't settle right with her, for some reason. She didn’t know exactly why; it may be because foxes were,  in some unknownst way, just a smaller, noisier, more inferior version of a wolf? No better than the mangy coyotes, no doubt. But they all come from the same branch of life. But Aliana wasn’t going to start ranting and raving about ‘how eating foxes are bad and you should feel bad’! When it came down to it if she was hungry and there was an injured fox laying in front of her. She'd eat it, too.

❝  True, but I doubt those wiry little things would provide much of a meal.  ❞ She replied with a small dismissive wave of a paw, too many places the little rats can tuck themselves into, rather save her energy for a bigger catch if she can help it. 

Now to his other question, ❝  Oh, don’t worry... The reason came here is because I thought you were...someone else.  ❞ She gave a westward glance to the meadow beyond the trees and huffs slightly before looking back at the male, ❝  But since I’m here and you seem to be hungry—we could hunt some fish out of the river.  ❞Aliana proposed.

She had hunted fish before, sparingly. Instead of stalking and chasing, she was waiting and watching—frankly it was a bit boring but the possible pay off could be worth it.

❝  Unless, you know, you're not into fish?  ❞