Roger

*the footsteps stop* Well, well, well, the little fox took the bait. *he smirks, walking around the hole your stuck halfway through* It's funny, I thought foxes had better senses than this. *he stops, fidgeting with your tail in the air* The thing is, I rubbed off my scent on the sack of potatoes, to throw off predators on a hunt, but a fox, now that's surprising. *he pets your tail, smirking*

Amber:*she tries to bite him*

*he pulls his hand away from your tail* Awww, is the little fox angry? *he giggles, kneeling down to your level*

*he grabs your wrists, holding them down* Stop trying to escape, it's only making this worse for you. *he looks down at you, his eyes narrowing* I can't believe you're trying to fight me, I'm a predator, you're a prey.