To put it simply, this fox was a druggie. Twitchy and aggressive; she was always looking for that next fix. Death held no consequence for this one as her addiction out weighed the risks. Eyes were normally frantic when she spoke, voice not fairing any better. Commonly her mouth was seen spilling over with foam from her favorite way to get a buzz; licking cane toads. Among her hallucinations she found great solace in counting the stripes on her tail as there were always five. Under her layers of anxiety, insanity and suicidal intention she had a heart of solid gold.