Fox's Glade people let me tell ya 'bout my best friend

Ravioli’s ears swivel forward when she hears the shortened version of her name, then the beckon of her companion. She hopes a few steps on her back legs before she teeters over and walks on all four with a goofy swagger. A frozen chunk of ice clings to one side of her face, falling off with a clunk as she searches for his dark, silvery form. She’s about to say something when she spots another, large and dangerous, the causes her to slow down and stare hard at the stranger. Slowly, she glances over to Q-Tip for any signs of what they should do.