Fox's Glade death at a funeral

Good girl, Rosina. He mimicked playfully, green eyes twinkling. Rosina, the pretty lady. Rosina, the good girl. Rosina, who promised not to cause any trouble. He didn't believe that, truly- but even if she was being honest, he was sure she would turn in time. Ursus was already eating away at Toad's soul, making him into demon- it was bound to happen to her as well. 

And she came nearer and asked of his name, his ears flattened against his head. There were few things that could make him ashamed, but this was one of them. Um... I'm Toad, He uttered under his breath, obviously embarrassed as his gaze flit awkwardly away.