Ravensblood Forest Is where you go to rest your bones

Oh, this fox had nerve, didn't it?  Fennec let her ruff spike up and her annoyance turn the words into a growl in her chest.  If you don't, I might lose this catch, which makes you next best thing.  Your call.

Fennec wasn't confident she could catch the fox, let alone eat it.  She didn't have many moral qualms against trying it, though, if this one wasn't up for heeding warnings.  Wasn't her fault she needed to eat.  The thought occurred to her that she might ask it to dart down the hole and check out whatever was in there instead, but she didn't bring it up.  No promise this fox was trustworthy and it was just as likely to make off with the food as help her out.  Then she'd be out both meals.