Gyrfalcon's Keep let me share the reasons for your lecture for a change --

The wicked sprite was surprised by Autumn's snark -- with outrage clouding her features her ears flew forward in incredulity, absolutely disbelieving the words she had just heard. Had she been called a mutt? Her upper lip curled back in a silent snarl, with the scathing line of her eyes falling flagrantly on Autumn's own.

"I may be many things, but at least I am not a fox." She rejoined with asperity in her tone. "A hungry gryfalcon couldn't take me for breakfast -- but you?" She leaned back with her neck arched, a trenchant cackle interrupting the air about them. "I'd rather be a bear's droppings than a fox like you."