you've been waiting far too long.

Osprey had to admit that the fox was an agile creature - it got un upper hand in their collision and then jumped so to be behind her, talking some nonesense about being friends and such. The huntress snapped around, her fur bristled, and she glared at the odd version of the wolf. "A prey makes no friends with the hunter," she replied. "Eat or be eaten. I suggest that you run," she growled, baring her teeth.