Golden Moose

it was not often that things were aggressive to caiaphas -- rarer still was it that the thing in question was markedly smaller than her. being of a lean and small stature herself, it was uncommon she held the advantage of height. so for once in her life, caiaphas could see the irony in the situation.

the spotted fox, drawing himself imposingly upon a log, was now eye level with the gaunt siren queen. she delivered him a tactless and doleful stare, unphased by his impressive display of bravery. what had her father once said of bravery? she thought for a moment -- courage was the absence of intelligence. a funny thing, this little fox.

"if i was going the type to eat fox.." she started, a lethal gleam in her eye -- "don't you think you'd be dead by now?"