Mythology

"I don't know why you're still holding a grudge," Fox said. He let out a small laugh, which sounded almost exactly like the yowl of a cat in heat. "It's not like it's the first time you've been tricked."

Raven stretched out his wings and preened his feathers.

"I'm a fox, you know. It's what I do."

Raven sniffed. "Been talking to the Scorpion again?"

"Which is my point!" Fox grinned, red tongue lying over white teeth. "If I can forgive Scorpion, I don't know why you're still so moody over a piece of cheese. She killed me. You only lost a meal."

"Yes," said Raven. "But no-one ever called me beautiful before."