Ravensblood Forest Is where you go to rest your bones

Next thing she knew, the fox was dead in her jaws.  Fennec stood for a moment, startled, before she let her grip slacken and dropped the now limp creature at her feet.  Had she meant to kill it?  She wasn't sorry, but she also wasn't expecting to feel that level of angry towards it.  One kick and she'd kind of snapped.

Well, shit.  He'd deserved it.  She wasn't about to struggle with her conscious over such an annoying victim and chose to dwell on the positive - that she'd managed to take down a fox pretty damn neatly.  One with a pretty soft pelt from the feel of it.  An idea sprung into her head and she nosed for the nape, then lifted the dead weight once more, dragging it unceremoniously with her as she left the burrow behind.  Lucky for whatever was in it, she'd gotten a different catch - one with a fur potentially worth holding onto.