Fox's Glade death at a funeral

Rosina. She answers, filling his gap with her name. Her smile unwavering, she would shake her head to his question. Oh no no, of course not. I'm a good girl, promise. Good, rather, in some instances. She could of course, do good for the pack and intended to by whatever means - hunt a hare here, stroll along the borders for visitors there... Now, what she did in her spare time was otherwise questionable. And what is your name? She asks then, drawing even nearer.