Vulpes

It took a couple moments to hear the faint sounds of life and she was quick in tracking it down and snatching up the field mouse. It was more an appetizer than a meal but that was okay with her. She moved towards the lake then. Ice blue orbs were lit by the fireflies light. That was until she came face to face with a shocking sight. It had been four years since she had last seen a fox. Her first instinct was to blink and make sure she was really seeing this scarred fox. Her ears pressed forward and she cocked her head as she took in his scent. He was fox but he smelled of wolves. That was weird to her. She knew her own smell was of herbs and cedar, so his was easy to pick out. Her rump slowly moved to be under her then her tail around her forepaws. Her head returned to being straight then and she stayed quite for only a few moments more. Hello. Im Amaryllis Mortem. she looked at him expectantly then. She knew her father had manners and frankly had come to expect them from every male. Her mother had been soft and gentle just like her. Her voice was just as soft and gentle as she herself was. She knew she was likely a strange sight for this males as she was more white than orange and had black points instead of white.