Sleepy Fox Hollow flew like a moth to you, sunlight

Was she?

Mayblossom looked deep in thought for a time, raising her leg to the underside of her chin like a human might prop their chin on a hand.

If you wished to learn it, I could. Just the ones in Paleo, she told herself. The art needed to be taught or else it would die. She turned, ducked into the den, and brought out a pelt, deep russet and marked with white and black.

A fox.

If you are going to learn, first you need to identify. Could you please tell me if you recognize this pelt?