The fox is surprised and mortified

“What? No... Oh no… oh no… I didn’t...oh no…” she groans, as the epiphany creeps up on her and a horrified expression appears on the fox’s face. “I thought they were just… playing along and… I didn’t mean to… oh nooo…” The girl is getting distraught, hands now covering her mouth and her eyes getting faraway and watering.

At first you think it’s an act, but the whine in her voice and the softening of Abby’s frame is enough to tell you that the fox is genuine. “I’m so sorry!” she cries, now on her knees, her hands wringing. “I… I really didn’t know! I was hungry and horny… delirious with desire of those wonderful smelling chickens and their dripping holes I… I…” she pauses for a moment, her body trembling, a mixture of signals from her body conflicting with her emotions. It’s like the memories trigger something in her. You notice her pink nipples are now hard and poke out of the fine fur that cover her soft breasts. “Oh my… no no I’m so sorry! Please, let me make it up to them!” she pleads, looking to both you and Abby. “You must be the farmer right? I’m so sorry,” the fox repeats.

Abby turns and looks to you for what to do next, not quite sure how you’re supposed to handle such a contrite thief.

“Food is sometimes scarce out here in the woods,” Abby says to you, looking around this fox den and seeing it pretty bare save for the egg shells scattered in the dirt. “Maybe she really wasn’t in her right mind from hunger. I know I can get a bit like that… especially if I haven’t had any dic-… uh… if I haven’t had any relief for a while on top of that.”

You nod understandingly, but the fox girl stares at both of you still obviously worried about what she’s done.