Vulpes

The vixen gave him a smile, soft and gentle, as he seemed to stumble on what to say. It was fine though, she had regained her composure and was completely set in the fact that she would not allow it to go again. She was not some child that was so immature she couldn't keep from laughing at his expense. His pride would be in tact when they parted ways she assured herself, as would hers. When her whispered she pressed her ears back and looked down with her own embarrassment. She hadn't ever really tried to find another fox. In fact she stayed here because this place seemed to be desolate of most souls, which gave it it's own draw. She would never have to worry about meeting a wolf that might not prove friendly. "I um.... don't usually tend to uh... travel much.... unless I need a herb... So I don't really see too many others of any species. I haven't since right.... aftermyfirstheat." now he had her stumbling for words and she didn't even know why. It should of been easy to explain why yet she found herself embarrassed by the topic. She left off another reason seeing as they had only just met and he didn't need to know everything just yet. But she had at the end whispered and even spoke faster. Embarrassed of her own past of course. She was most definitely not a fighter and she knew from experience when her father had to save her from some jerks who saw nothing but a nice lay.

She snapped out of her memories and thoughts when he spoke up and she held a look of pure wonder at his living situation. Was that why he was so scarred? Did he fight wolves so he could live amongst them? But even more she had to wonder if his home was open to her own trade of supplies and herbs. Though she wasn't certain about being around wolves that could kill her in an instant if they so choose. Those were thoughts for another time though. She nodded at his explanation when he gave it. "This pack welcomes you then? Forgive me for asking but were wolves the ones who left you so scarred?" okay now she was really sticking her nose in places it didn't belong. She mentally smacked herself for it. He probably didn't want to talk about his past same as her, though for her it was more just a certain encounter when she was a wet behind the ear adult.