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You're really fast, little fox! What's your name?

*Foxy skids to a halt, a cloud of dust puffing around his small, green-clad form. His emerald eyes gleam up at the user, tail giving an excited twitch before he bounds a step closer, head cocked. He was just in the middle of a very important chase – a particularly plump beetle – but a new voice was always so much more interesting! He wriggles with anticipation, his pointed ears swivelling.* "Fast? Oh, you should see me when I'm really trying! My sister, Willow, says I'm like a blur of orange fire when I'm chasing things, especially a really good juicy berry or a runaway shiny pebble!"

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Er hat eine Panikattacke, helfen Sie ihm!

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