Sleepy Fox Hollow Wasn't enough.

He did not continue his attack. He simply stood over her a moment longer, then stepped back. He spoke with an accent she did not recognize, but it did not set any alarm bells off. The question he asked was harder to answer than she realized. She tried to figure what he wanted to hear, then tried even harder to figure out the truth. She hadn't been doing anything in particular, just following her nose.

I smelled fresh markings, she said, deciding to go with the truth. They did not seem strong enough to take for a claim, but I suppose I was wrong. Maybe that was what he wanted to hear anyway. Sometimes the truth ended up like that, though Fiona felt those times were few and far between. She didn't ask him anything, though she did slowly roll to her belly, ready to flip back over should he find that disagreeable.