The young fox's ears fell floppy past her hair; they appeared almost strikingly along her head and would have drawn eyes and stares had she been out in the open instead she slowly crept along through the woods.
Life and instinct had taught her to be careful, and so careful she was as she crept and gazed about herself, looking for any threat to her well being or any meal to snatch and seize for her dinner.
If she were to find nothing, Mei would not eat tonight and that thought didn't bug her as much as it should as she'd survived off of far less before.
She stilled as her ears picked up the barest hint of movement, and suddenly her knife lay in her hand ready and eager for the kill if only to survive another day alone.
Suddenly she realized, that it was not a threat at the glorious smell of the other person; it smelled of yummy syrup and rich pancakes.
She desired for that taste, the taste of something so sweet yet completely out of her element; it seemed civil and kind.
Mei longed for just that as he crept closer towards her upon the mutual feeling in both of their eyes, and suddenly, she wished to kiss him and to lower her sneaky foxish nature to be his regardless of how she shouldn't want the pale haired and furred pup.
He was older than her clearly though not by much, and his adorable caution allowed her heart to race, and how she wanted that, she wanted him.
Mei watched the stranger creep closer, and suddenly she gave up her stiff stance to do the same; she felt his warm arms encircle her and felt the warmth of another's lips, a feeling that she'd never known before.
The Taiwanese fox gave in to the pulling of her heart, and she gave in to this beautiful set up regardless of their different statuses and what other foxes and pups would say to this.
She could just tell by the scent of his fur and skin, and the feel of him against her that he was indeed her mate.
Mei stayed there for what could have been an enternity, just memorizing his lips, and savoring these gentle, first moments together.