My Name is Cuban Pete

Ásta bent her head and inspected the stick for a moment before nodded. "Yes, that looks like a good one to me. Now start chewing off the excess bits sticking off of it so you have a straight piece." Gossamer nodded and set the stick between her paws, rotating her head as she sought to chew off the smaller pieces that were branching off the main branch of her stick. She'd just finished when a voice called out.

Gossamer turned to look and was surprised to see another giant fox. Though this one seemed to be all legs and she was pretty skinny looking. "Hey Ásta, it's another big fox! My name is Gossamer and this is Ásta." Ásta was staring at the stranger in shock. She slowly approached sniffing lightly. "Is it true? Are you a fox?"