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[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

SPROING! Leap dash scamper skid POUNCE!

There is a fox outside by the lake demonstrating that not only weres are vulnerable to the effects of a full moon. He's scampering in mad circles, kicking up snow and then pouncing it, biting, shaking his head, rolling...

He's having a ball.

He welcomes anyone who wants to come play with him.

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[atanycost.livejournal.com]

Wading deeper into the snow, Jet cannot pass up the talking fox. He kicks a little snow in the air, but...

... he has to ask: "....are you a spirit?"

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

No, sai. I am a fox. Like a million other foxes. Nothing more. He barks a laugh at the very idea, and pounces at the snow.

[atanycost.livejournal.com]

"Well," he says, "You're... just a fox. Not a hawkfox or a badgerfox or even a stagfox... so I wondered..."

Just a fox.

It doesn't really parse.

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

The fox gives the man a LOOK.

Foxes cannot mate with hawks or stags. The essential physics of the thing is all wrong. It would be incredibly awkward. And we would not mate with a badger, which is hypothetically easier, as long as the badger is asleep, or dead, and female.

[atanycost.livejournal.com]

"...there's no such thing as just a fox where I come from, buddy." Jet kicks the snow at the Look wearing fox, and smirks a little. "So 'scuse me. There ain't no just-stags, just-hawks, or just-badgers."