Killing the crate of food with a masterwork of a ravenous foxy such as myself, as I proceed to blech, stretch, and pass out right then and there on the floor of the carriage. That fight took a lot out of me after all and I need to recover hit points and spells! Curling up with my lovely and amazing foxfire tails, wiggling one between my legs to dry hump while I sleep, while the rest cover and comfort me from any harm of molesting hands.