Hidden breakfast

Were there any ground birds out here? Easiest option for eggs but he hadn’t found any. Oho! Breakfast forgotten! His head turned, large ears pulled forward and eyes seeming to glimmer with enjoyment when the blackness turned into the sculpture of quite the pretty wolf. Bait imagined the males of her species were all over her, if he met a black fox like her he certainly wouldn’t think twice.

Cat-dog? Odd. Bait opened his mouth in a toothy grin, eyes shining in enjoyment. “Oh hello miss,” Bait leapt off his stump and backed up away from it a bit, before bowing his head down. “I would never dream of biting such beauty my lady. You are as beautiful as the night’s sky, or the waters of a lake at night with just a hint of moonlight on them. How could I ever damage such a beautiful sight?” The grinning fox stood back up to watch her, “you my dear, some form of royalty no doubt? If you want more mushrooms I could show you to some spots. I’ve been roaming here for a bit and saw a few good patches earlier.”

Bait had been worried about a boring day. He certainly had no plans of staying overly long in a place he doubted any would come to entertain him. Oh foolish soul he was! Someone had already shown up. What luck he had wanted to hunt eggs before finding a nicer spot.