Roses

Virtue
Ahh, Virtue. The thing we all desire. I think? Too bad.

Rose, a gorgeus hot pink fox, clambered into her cave. "Ah, Rose. Got any slaves?" A young wolf grinned at her. "No, Daniel." She crossly mumbled. When she began smoothen her cedar-wood bow, a chain seemed to rattle. "Hmm?" She mumbled. Daniel screamed and cowered in the corner. "Something has to be wrong." She finally spoke to him.