[GreatWarg]

The fox continued trotting on his way, making a ring around before bumping into the red dragon.

O hullo, Mistress Dragon! I do hope I haven't interrupted your snooze. I was watching how Gandalf and the Ringwraith would fare. They seem to be staring daggers at one another, the fox said politely, delighted at finding (maybe) someone to talk to who would understand. I'm from around here, you know. The Woods aren't that bad when you get used to the trees whispering, but the beasts leave the trees alone, and the trees go on their own way. Where do you come from, if I may inquire? The fox was rather talkative, and enjoyed a good long conversation. In fact, to tell the truth, other foxes often wearied of hearing him speak so much so quickly, and the slower beasts like bears rarely caught anything that was said.