The rich mantle of Haldane crimson that muffled him against the cold was lined with black fox.

Even under the noonday sun, the crimson mantle collared with black fox was not too much.

Looked remarkably like a black fox with odd eyes, sah!

A black fox came toward him, carrying a ptarmigan in his mouth.

Amoung it was a black fox, still warm to the touch, its fur matted with dark red blood.

The black fox was not even part of the TP* .

Slowly the black fox stood up and buckled on his belt of adderskin.

The black fox merely nodded once in acknowledgment.

The black fox sighed almost lovingly as he lifted the lid of one and took a sip.

The sour taste of fear rose in the black fox's mouth.