Kintla Flatlands tiptoe through the window

Her rest was cut short by the distinct smell of her arch-nemesis: Ferdie von Pelt. It wasn't strong enough to actually be Ferdie, but it was definitely strong enough that whoever it was reeked of his pack. Fox scrunched up her nose, snorted, and stood from where she had been lying on the ground. Her grey eyes eagerly sought the form of whoever was giving off the stench, and it didn't take her long to spot a creamy-white male, dappled with some brown here and there. Nobody she knew, thank goodness.

The male stopped by the river to take a drink, and Fox simply couldn't help herself in taunting him. "Another of Ferdie's recruits, I see," she said, squinting at him, "You must be some kind of stupid to go following such an unpredictable beast." The young leader was ready to dart away at any moment if she needed to, but taunting and teasing strangers was one of her favorite pastimes, and she simply couldn't pass up an opportunity like this one.