"Ever since the first, I have wanted to know, there have been all of the these questions in my head, so many that they would get all jumbled up until they were like a nest of hornets. I would have to run until my head was clear again, chase out the hornets. I...spied on some of the two-legs before running them off...they spoke of the woods as haunted by the Fae, others said it was a monster that drank blood, but it was me they were talking about. I wanted to know if I was a monster...am I? I feel like me...Fox, but Two-Legs Fox." His eyes moved rapidly, and he moved his hands vigourously as he spoke.
"The werewolves are monsters, yes, but I am not one of them, I cannot make the two leg wolf shape and I do not hunt the humans for fun or sport. I might be fae, but I just dont know. I have wondered if there were others, or was I alone, why all of the other foxes were different, why they could tell i was different from them. Am I like Amas? He is strange to me, first attacking, and then helping, and then the flying metal cave, and everything blowing up like thunder on the water!"