Kintla Flatlands tiptoe through the window

Fox snorted at his remarks. She decided that she liked this one... tentatively. “You still stink of him,” she said, sniffing the air to make her point. “If you really did abandon him, does that make you a loner?” she asked. If he disliked Ferdie, perhaps he could become her recruit. Nothing would make her more happy than to steal away von Pelt's members. Especially those whom she could shoot the shit about what a terrible wolf he was.

If he really was no longer Ferdie's, Fox would gladly watch him wash of the scent. Then again, those things stuck even with a wash, depending on the stench. She wondered what Ferdie had done to this particular wolf to make him hate him. She didn't ask... not yet, anyway.