"I love a good Foxy TOY!" I snickered low and dug my black nails in the orange side of the ball of fur Fanger had plopped at my feet.
"Good work, Fanger. This little morsel shall be the perfect tiny pet for the pack once I'm finished with him."
The black dane licked his chops and went to hunt for food, leaving me alone with the trembling kit. I smiled at this, and lay down with the tiny body laid out so nicely between my nailed paws.
My tail wagged as I began to nibble the white fluff of the chest, enjoying the shivers of terror running down the body at each click...click...click of my fangs clipping together.
"Little Foxy," I crooned, "my name is Hunter. I just LOVE kitfoxies...because they are smaaalll..."
I tightened my grip and drew the squirming, whining prey closer, nuzzling the face with my cheek.
"Delicate...and so fun to...CUDDLE!"
I laughed wickedly as I smashed the ball of kit into myself like a stuffed toy, causing delightful frantic cries to come from the foxy mouth.
Oh yes...this would be fun indeed...