Crosstar, Drakar, & Radar

The three foxes trotted silently into the area of the dump, their small noses sniffing harshly to take in the smelly scents. As uninteresting as the place smelled, there were a few good things somewhere in there-- they just had to look for the stuff.

Crosstar, the Cross fox, led his two brothers down the side of a wooden fence, leading to the center of the dump. He was looking ahead, his auds working away, while Drakar, the black fox, had his tiny nares quivering to take in the scents of the food. Radar, the regular red fox, was looking around, his auds pricked. They had just recently arrived at the valley, and were in no great mood for hunting anything. As easy as it was, they felt they didn't have the energy to find wilderness. Here was perfectly fine for now.

Crosstar quickly came upon a small pile of food that apparently had been shoved off to the side, right next to the fence. Sniffing, he turned his head and looked to Drakar, "Rip that plank off the fence... It'll make it easy to escape if someone comes by." he stated, before looking back to the pile.
With a brief nod and a sigh, the black fox stepped to the particular plank, which was broken at the very bottom. He latched onto it with his small fangs, and thrashed his head back and fourth rapidly, eventually increasing the breakage and snapping it from the rest. He dropped it, and spit some pieces of wood out of his mouth. "Yuck!"

Snickering, Radar moved his body over to the pile of food, and joined in on eating the food with Crosstar.

They were all soon sitting and kneeling around the big enough meal, snapping their jaws down on scraps and leftover sandwiches and other things of the sort. However occupied they may have seemed, they were actually quite alert. You always had to be alert in a place where the humans seemed to despise the wolves-- who knows what they'de do about some new fox inhabitants.

Sequioa

Her fur was bristled as the delta female made her way to the Dump. She couldn't believe the arrogance of the two Salukis, or that male wolf. Fangs bared, she snapped at a near can and crunched it down her fangs leaving holes. Her eyes fell onto the three foxes and immediatly the hybrid halted and stared hard at the three brothers. She came behind them, her tail loose and care free, her dark eyes over bright and much to alive. She stared at them for a moment before she murmered "Comment allez-vous?" Confuse your prey, speak in a different language. She didn't look all that threatening anymore, with her body relaxed and tail limp. Somewhere around here, there were fellow pack members who sought a meal as well.

Crosstar, Drakar, & Radar

Crosstar was actually the first to catch the sounds of an approacher-- a canine, though. The scent reached his nares before the noise did, and he spun around, his small yet sharp fangs bared. He eased down a bit, but his hackles were raised, along with the rest of his fur along his spine. Auds pricked, he grinned lightly to himself. Two could play at the language game. "Pardon? Comment t‘appelles-tu?" he asked, blurting out some words. He didn't know much, but he did know enough. "Je m‘appelle Crosstar," he then added, sitting on his haunches with a wide smirk.

Drakar and Radar stood beside their brother, on either side of him, but back a bit. They looked at him, having never really heard him speak in such a way. Their round eyes, slightly squinted, stared at the hybrid, their plushy tails flapping back and fourth. However, their fur was raised, making them appear as bristled as a hairbrush.

Sequioa

Her eyebrows raised, as did her hackles. Softly she murmered "Enchante, Crosstar. Je m'appelle Sequioa. Comment allez-vous, Crosstar?" She knew enough to hold a decent conversation, but she wasn't about to show the foxes that. Her tail twitched in annoyance, for she had to go through every bit of information her mind possessed to speak with him this way, she hadn't spoken french in quite some time. Her body was tense, as if waiting for them to attack her even though it was going to be the other way around....Unless they decided to join her and the Lurkers.

Crosstar, Drakar, & Radar

Crosstar's own brows lifted, and he gave a yawn. In reality, he didn't quite get what she was saying. He knew the first part, but the second? He just needed to answer with something to get back at her. After all, he wasn't interested in having a conversation in French.
"Non, au revoir," he quickly responded, not wishing to chat. "Non bonsoir!" he chuckled, before turning and snapping up a scrap of meat and dashing through the fence hole. On the other side, he sat, and began munching on the food.

Drakar and Radar hopped lightly as their brother left the scene, and they quickly followed suit, snatching up their own food and slipping through. Drakar, however, was peering through the hole, alert and ready to spring.

Sequioa

A bark of laughter escaped the female as he responded to her words. Sitting down, she smirked at him, her fur still bristled. She was poised to leap at the 'hiding' foxes but she didn't do so just yet. Why not have a little conversation with lunch first? "You have no clue what I just said, do you?" She asked Crosstar. There was no french accent, no hint that she had even spoken french except those words of hers.

Crosstar, Drakar, & Radar

Crosstar continued to eat the meat, before his auds swiveled and pricked. Getting up, he peered between a couple of planks in the fence and snickered. "Why would it matter? This isn't a French-speaking valley, now is it?" he asked, giving his tail a flick.

Drakar continued to stay where he was, ready to pounce away if something happened.
Radar only ate at his food, though he was, in all reality, still quite observant.

Sequioa

She stood and came closer to the foxes. In a soft tone she said to them all "You may never know when another language will save your life, mon ami." Her smile grew darker, wider "Especially with those tigers running loose." She only knew of one tiger that was running loose, had seen it attack an age long enemy, Cortinarri. Oh....Now their was an idea. Go kill Cortinarri while she was weak....Hm....Interesting. She kept her eyes on the Fox, making sure he didn't do anything stupid.

Crosstar, Drakar, & Radar

"Languages don't save you anything but a rare conversation with some foreing creature." he stated, licking his lips before going back to eat his food.

Soon, Radar was finished, and he eased his way to the opening in the fence. He sniffed the ground, looking for the nearby pile of food, but didn't cross over.
Drakar quickly snapped at his brother, sending him back. "Move!" he seemed to growl, making Radar back away from the opening.

Luna

Luna strayed from her group and investigated the situation with the foxes and the wolf. She didn't want to interrupt, so she stood a little ways back and wagged her tail.