Never one to be left behind, Fox chased after Fletch as she bounded away, her feet a blur of black fur, tail held high in the air. He paced, not to outrun her, but moreso to follow. He was again possessed by her vixen nature, and would likely follow her until the vanished into the ocean.
He nuzzled her shoulder, and the nape of her neck in a manner that was partially playful, and not quite aggressive. It was the awkward gesture of an adolescent not quite sure of himself, but still nervy enough to try in spite of the matter. Abashed, he hopped away, and non-chalantly dipped his own head to take a drink from the stream.