Swiftcurrent Creek daze, daze, daze

Win coughed shortly at the question, feeling her cheeks flame.

Fox. Came the words to her tongue, just as easily followed by a lie.

Got too close to her kits chasin’ a squirrel. She didn’t appreciate my presence. She wouldn’t say it aloud, how desperation had turned her into a creature, how that creature had hunted the kits like the squirrel she was lying about.

She was…ah, very physical about that anger. I guess I’m lucky she didn’t maul me anymore than that.