Wolves and foxes didn't get along that was commun.

It was a winter, a hard winter, food was scarce since a pack of wolves was destroying everything

Ghost had just killed a deer, eating it while waiting for his pack; he was just near the caracass. He smelled a strange scent, a fox

You, a small fox, were hiding in some bushes, ready to steal some meat from Ghost.

Ghost "Scram off rat, or I'll make you my dessert" Ghost growled, not caring to look at you a second