Broken Antler Fen that terrifies you

"The Little Beggarman" as performed by the High Kings. Fun little ditty that this thread reminds me of!

A scowl, and a change of tone that sounded somewhat like a bark. He wasn't entirely sure if they were understanding each other, but he also wasn't surprised to see that eventually, he'd get this sort of reaction. Jackalope tended to have a bit of a nauseating effect on most others, wolves included, and he was very aware of this. While the fur of his bottlebrush tail prickled, the way a porcupine's quills might stand up when offended, the fox's body language was still somewhat in the realm of what Jackalope interpreted as being appeasement. The fox was neither running away, nor was it acting in a hostile manner. 

"Of all the trades that's goin', ah sure begging is the best," He prattled tunelessly, as Jackalope was no singer. "For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest," He continued, pausing for a moment to see how his recitative was being received. Heedless of any reaction, he continued to finish the phrase. "He can beg for his dinner, he has nothin' else to do, only cuttin' around the corner with his old rig-a-doo." He wasn't sure why he'd felt inclined to share a portion of the song, which he hadn't even bothered to sing, but the fox was a curious creature by nature, he figured. And he considered them all to be little beggars and thieves- and wondered if it had ever heard the rhyme before. "You. You're a little beggarman," He offered, as somewhat of an explanation, just in case the fox didn't catch the point. But it was spoken in an almost lighthearted fashion- he didn't mean the term to be offensive, at all. If nothing else, there was something endearing about the little canid-folk, who lived their lives in a way that was likely the idea for what Jackalope would have liked to have for himself.