Vixen pulled herself up from the ground a the wolf stepped off of her. "So you're a beast, not wild?"

"And there's a difference?"

Vixen sniffed haughtily, brushing dirt off her coat.

The wolf let out a bark of a laugh. "I suppose there is. You are the expert."

"What do you want?" huffed Vixen, irked.

"To eat you?" The wolf shrugged.

Vixen turned to go, obviously not wanting to waste her time with the dumb beast.

"Oh come, on Vixen, I was only joking!"

Stopping abruptly, Vixen spun around. "How do you know my name?"

"Uh, duh! You're a vixen. Bam!"

Vixen eyed him sharply. "Most call me Fox. They don't know if I'm male or female. And even if so, most don't know that vixen is an actual word, not just slang."

"Well, with an ass like yours, there's no doubt why."

Vixen rolled her eyes. "What do you really want, beast?"

"I've heard you're in the business for fixing curses, especially those involving human to animal transformations."

"You in need of a fix?"

"Nope."

Vixen stepped back in shock. "What?"

The wolf smirked. "Don't need it, don't want it. I mean look at me!" He strutted around Vixen, showing off his figure. "How could anyone not want this body?"

Vixen's left eyebrow twitched. Never in her life had any of the beasts not begged and pleaded for her to break their curse. And none of them flirted with her.

Shaking her thoughts away, she shot back, "So what do you want?"

"I want to hang around someone who encounters a lot more fun than I do."

"I wouldn't exactly call my job...fun," countered Vixen.

"Are you kidding me? You go around solving curses! What sounds like more fun than that?" the wolf shouted incredulously.

"Well, not to scare you off, but it's not all action and fun, like you're looking for. It requires extensive logical and critical thinking, solving puzzles using wit and brains, something you are clearly lacking."

Vixen turned to leave, but the wolf set a paw on her tail again, causing her to smack her bottom on the ground again.

He chuckled. "So much for wit and brains."

Vixen bit her lip angrily, but she had to admit. For every remark she made, he had a counter. Vixen hadn't really met anyone who match his wit and sass. If not for his intimidating looks and strength, then his attitude most certainly would keep Vixen company. Or on her toes.

It had been quite a while since Vixen had that, in either beast or human.

"Fine," she gave in.

The wolf yipped joyfully, leaping and releasing Vixen from his hold. Vixen got up and brushed herself off again for what seemed like the millionth time.

"And what do they call you?"

The wolf abruptly stopped in his rejoicing. Grinning widely, he simply replied, "Wolf."

"Wolf? That's it?"

"Pshh, that's rich, coming from a vixen that goes by Vixen."

Vixen rolled her eyes. Sure, he was only here for the ride and not to get his own curse solved, but Vixen was only the more curious.

"Come along, Wolf, curses don't gonna solve themselves."

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A/N: Gotta love a smart mouth...I identify a little too closely with Wolf...

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