Fox's Glade death at a funeral

His ears fell, eyes fluttering elsewhere and then... "Toad?!" She suddenly screeched and pulled back, having even completely caught off guard. She lifts a dainty paw to her chest then, a look of both horror and pity touching her expression and she sighs out, "Oh what a horribly awful name for a mother to bestow upon her child." All of Rosina's pups had held wonderful names, none of which had the ability to use them, however. 

Rosina would settle her foot and tisk as she often did, shaking her head to and fro. How dreadful. And then, a thought! She bounded once more back to him in a manner which mimicked a fox. "Toad hu? So if I were to kiss you, would you turn into a prince?"