I'm gonna marry her anyway

Fox knew she was small, but for some reason everybody just had to remind her of it. It was like going around and shouting, "The sky is blue! The sky is blue!" But the fact that the stranger dared to call her a filthy coyote was just too damn much. Fox's lip curled involuntarily, immediately after the strange female had insulted her. She was no coyote, and she would not have some random bitch insulting her for absolutely no reason. This was one of the few interactions Fox had actually started out correctly, and this white beast had to go and muck it all up.

"Fuck you," she spat back, "You only pick on those smaller than yourself? Or maybe you have some kind of complex. Y'know, like you never feel tough enough, so you have to make sure you only provoke ones you think you can pick off easily." Not that Fox considered her one of those. In fact, Fox considered herself speedy and quick, even though she lacked the muscle of some of her larger brethren. She simply had a different skillset compared to most.