Your eyes are amazing, you manage to spot a small red fox off in the distance. It is running through the bushes and seems to be looking for something as it stops every now and then to look around.
You decide that it will make a suitable plaything and take flight. Your wings open and catch the wind. Feeling the instinctive drive to take off you flap your massive wings, the thin membrane pushing down on the air and lifting your massive body into the sky with ease. You are shooting straight up until your instincts take over yet again and you level out letting your legs fold against your body as you flap again and are sent speeding towards the foxy little morsel.
You reach the target in a matter of seconds. The trees around you sway as you grip the air with your wings to stop your forward momentum. You flap at a steady pace to keep yourself aloft while scanning for the fox. Amazingly it is not even trying to hide. It is standing on its hind legs and jumping at you like it wants you to land.
You have the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the fox's friendliness. You could play with the cute little thing, or be a bit more cruel in some way, like landing on it or breathing an elemental breath at it.
