Lone Star Mountain i asked your name, you asked the time

For a second, Sequoia wondered how the fox would know Tux’s name. Then she remembered that she had screamed it, and she giggled to herself again. The fox went on and on about this and that, but Sequoia only paid attention to the bit about her own eyes. At least Tux hadn’t meant she had an extra eye... as she couldn’t imagine that being very attractive. The wolf that wasn’t Tux seemed wholly uninterested in them, and instead continued to talk to the fox. Sequoia shot Tux a “what gives?” look. She was used to eating foxes and talking to wolves.

Can we eat it? she asked in a low whisper to Tux, licking her lips and getting The Look in her eyes when she refocused her gaze on the small red creature. It was really quite odd that neither of the three wolves (including her) had lunged at it yet, but Sequoia was now much more interested in filling her stomach rather than her ears.