"Well now you have to tell me which of the little buggers brought you. Whoever did it was in a lot of trouble, though since you're a willing prey I suppose we can knock it down a notch or two, after all, it might have been an honest mistake," said the wolf, taking the nervousness as just something natural when it came from a little, and not seeing a lie at all, as long as he thought that this particular little was one of those willing prey.<br/><br/>"Mrs. Ard's afraid of littles, she hates them, and doesn't like them near her. It's not a well known fact, mostly because it's an embarressing thing for her, I suppose, but this class should know, considering the hubbub she raised over the little that got into class last semester. Anyway, I better get rid of you before she gets back," said the wolf, setting the fox on the desk, a studying gaze working him over.<br/><br/>"Then again, I've never met a willing prey before, at least not one that didn't jump into my mouth. Might be interesting to chat for a while before I gulp you down. That means skipping class, but then, that wouldn't be the first time I've done that," he told Galevin, moving his back, as he felt something pushing against it from what should be a padded chair, still unaware of the kitty in the pocket that he was laying against.