Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

A smirk curled his lips.

Take what I can, give nothin' back. Life motto. One he'd picked up in his youth which, at the time, sounded like a call to arms. Mischief glinted in the yellow of his iris.

Its the only way to live, really. I could share some of my spoils if the trade is worth it for me, too. He wondered what she'd make of this proposal. Bit of a long con. Somethin' that'd only work with patience and the right information.

The fox was forgotten for now.