The growl reverberated through his system as he lay in wait. Should she come at him the foxfire would slam into her face and he would run. He was good at that. It wasn’t long before he heard her move toward him, his own paws ready, foxfire prepared to fire when a small big eyed dire tiger kitten came around the corner. He frowned, the expression in his fox form merely him narrowing his eyes. This was not the same thing he had seen before. She had been full grown, he could smell it was the same as the larger one.<br/><br/>He relaxed as she put on her little show, the foxfire still present yet not doing anything. Sitting up he tilted his head as he watched her. Mismatched eyes observing a small twitch in his mouth when he realized slowly she was toying with him. Two could play it that game. The foxfire began to dance a little, almost as if he were trying to sooth her sadness with it. Leaning forward he would sniff her a little closer while making sure he had enough room to jump back if she should try to swipe at him.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long before he picked up a paw and ‘booped’ it on her little kitten head. There was Mischief playing in his eyes. The problem he was having with this one was he had no control over it. Other creatures he could, as long as they lived within these woods, well forest. His paw rested on the ground where a root was growing beneath the soil. If she should remain where she stood he would ensnare her with it. He made sure he would not make it a big root, just a small vine root of some sort. There were some nearby, partially growing on the tree he was hiding behind.