Blackfoot Forest The Bright Sun Comes Up

The sound of thudding paws. Likely the rompings of some early bird foxes. Or so he thoughts. 

Then a rustling of the nearby bush and pressure to his side. A grown left his chest as this weight hit him and caused him to roll onto his back. 

At first, he thought that his morning visitor would be an inconsiderate fox he would need to teach a lesson, but as he lifted his head and opened his eyes, laid over his stomach was a mix-coated female with auburn accents. Although the initial impact felt heavy, now laying there atop him, she was light.  

"Oh... Goodness... I'm sorry Miss. I didn't mean to..." he said in instinct with a flush face despite the fact that if anyone were to place blame it would not be on him.