Once the ship was settled and cloaked, Fox finally was able to answer Fletch. He let the change wash over himself, the strange semi-erotic feeling of becoming liquid made him shudder but he managed to control himself long enough to draw the two-legs shape.
"I do not know what I am." Fox said after deliberation. "I avoid the two-legs, kep them run out of my part of the forest, or avoid them if they are too well prepared. I do not know about being foxkin, I have always been fox, but perhaps six winters ago, everything changed, I changed."
"I was chasing dormice, the weather was turning cold and I was trying to build up some fat for winter. A big tasty dormouse escaped me by running into a tree hollow, and I wanted to eat him, and I was hit by a shiver. I thought something was wrong, I felt hot inside, like I was ill, and then I changed. My fur was gone, my nose was blocked, and I was standing on two legs...I was horrified." he said.
"I ran scared for a while, until I saw the moon. The strangest feeling came over me, and I was relaxed. I sat in the two-leg shape and stared at the moon for the longest time, and somehow became the fox shape again. My nose was back, my ears were sharp and I was not eaten by the cold, but my eyes were not as keen as they are now." he said.
"The werewolves paid me little mind, so long as I respected their territory. I saw them become even larger wolves regularly, and learned that trick, but instead of becoming a huge fox, I became a wolf sized fox. There is not much to tell since then."
"I have lived as a fox, learning and outliving my littermates. Eating, hunting, sleeping, and hiding. I kept the two-legs away and then I found you. You...intrigue...me." he said with some difficulty. "The vixens know I am different, my smell is different from a normal fox, just as your smell is different from a normal vixen. I thought you might know answers...I had to find out."