Farmyard Fox

With no small amount of shock, Abby rose her head at the gentlemanly greeting to become face to face with a fox. A talking fox at that, assuming this wasn't a mean spirited prank. She blinked, gathering her thoughts for a few seconds. If she had hands, she would've been pinching herself furiously.

"Hello?" She tested, scanning her surroundings to make sure her eyes and ears weren't decieving her. She was ready for some burly wolf to burst from the shrubbery, laughing at her foolishness the moment she spoke. "Nothing much." She responded guardedly, still suspicious. She had arrived shortly after Bait had, and hadn't been notified that the fox had joined their ranks.