Arkain picks his head up quickly hearing a voice yelling on the other side of the pond. A fox. OOooh. He really likes the taste of fox. They are his favorite snack. HE is not paticulairly fond of foxes. They are very sneaky bunch, too sneaky.  He chuckles seeing him covered in mud. Now he sees why he could not smell him. What a clever fox. He laughs loudly looking at him. He growls deeply. "Good day, Mr. Fox. A odd bunch are we? HAve you looked at yourself lately. Seeing a fox covered in mud seems a bit oDD to me especially know how particulair foxes are about being clean. " HE laughs again with a big smile."  Yes, Spying is what a foxy does best. Yes,  well since you asked so nicely, Mr. Fox.  I would be happy to SHARE some of my water with you. If you head straight head down the path by that big tree by thoses bushes, you can get a drink of water there. Be sure to stay in that leafy area. There is some sinking sand around there. I don't want you to sink into any of them. OK?" He smiles pointing to the large tree. He doesn't let the smile dip. LIttle does the fox know that hes ready for him. Hes been set up by foxes who found sneaky ways to steal a drink, not this time. He has a series of snares set up along the shore line on the back side to catch the clever intruder who tries to sneak in the back side of the pond. He has sent him right to one. Is he ever in for a surprise when he leans down and takes a drink of water.