[ How adaptable. The foxes bound exuberantly after their ball even if it doesn't travel very far, piling on top of each other. Even Futaba's new friend squirms out of her grip and bounds off. She sighs, pulling her knees in close to perch her chin atop one. ]

I've never met a fox that talks with its mind. That's gotta count for something.

[ Unlike the vulphyte colonies, she isn't quite so entertained with plants, so she looks expectantly at her. ]

Okay then, c'mon—let's see your moves.

[ If not the foxes, what Awesome Abilities™ does she have? ]