Duck Lake ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hey kids

Autumn's head turned at the sound of a bawowow, just as a small red fox slid up against her side and lightly dusted his tail across her nose. His immediate closeness made her uncomfortable, yet she did not know why she didn't shy away. His words were confusing- does this rag smell like chloroform to you? What the heck did that mean? Sorry, what? Chloroform? What rag? She asked with a confused tilt of her head and a flick of her tail. She refrained from telling him her name just yet.