Fox's Glade i’m going to break something

condor nodded sadly back to his sister. there was no thrill in poking fun someone who just didn't react to it at all. or WORSE, reacted to it positively. and how could you poke fun at buzzard? everything about them was tailor-made to poke fun of and yet it all rolled off their back like water, because they liked all of it. it was enough to make a coywolf with dignity and a perfect coat despair.

"i'm sure you will." what was the point in being competitive when simply relaxing would get you the same results without having to move a finger? he would give the place a cursory search, and nothing more. no point in expending extra effort.

"vulture, darling, before you wander off." towards the mountains, apparently. ugh. she could have them. that was far too much climbing. "would you care to settle on a time to meet back here, or..." who was he kidding. nobody here had planned a single thing even once in their lives.