Reynard's mate

Usage examples of vixen.

The seductive vixen cleared the archway and disappeared toward the garderobe on the left.

This morning they climbed the same ladder to the same jinker platform, but this time Ada gestured him ahead, only smiling at his gentlemanly protests that she go first, the smile suggesting some vixen memory of the event he had thought had gone unnoticed by her at the time.

Is Lolita a vixen seductress or the innocent victim of molestation and exploitation?

Amelia he put an instant veto--menacing the youth with maledictions if he broke his commands, and vilipending the poor innocent girl as the basest and most artful of vixens.

As the weather was hot he lay out there all the night, first playing hide and seek with them in the dark till, missing his vixen and the cubs proving obstreperous, he lay down and was soon asleep.

Annoyed, Quint continued to teeter between believing her the victim of a barbaric father or a deceitful little vixen.

Tebrick harnessed the horses again, though he was so cold he could scarcely buckle the straps, and put his vixen in her basket, but seeing that she wanted to look about her, he let her tear away the osiers with her teeth till she had made a hole big enough for her to put her head out of.

Indeed he lived now for nothing but his foxes, his love for his vixen had extended itself insensibly to include her cubs, and these were now his daily playmates so that he knew them as well as if they had been his own children.

Dear reader, if I were to paint it with a faithful pen, my portrait of that lustful vixen would frighten you.

Like the well-groomed Marie-Félice but more striking, the vixen was booted, gloved and harnessed over the thorax, the areoles sheathed with the usual barbed cones.

Ayla watched the two male arctic foxes snarling and nipping at each other, fighting over the vixen, and smelled the strong foxy odor of males in rut even from the elevation of her ledge.

A young vixen sat motionless in the stubble awaiting victims disorientated by the combine harvesters -rabbits and field-mice so desperate for water that they lost their instinct for survival.

A weak failure condemning her to sitting out her empty life in the grand old country house, working studiously for the right charities, pitied and avoided by the social vixens she’d once counted as her closest friends.

You let me pretty well wear myself out, drawing off that vixen from Lindeth, and it's my belief you knew all along that he was tired of her!

She tries to explain the truth and turns them down (thinking they're fans inviting her to a con), but something goes wrong and the next thing she knows she's in a fantasy world and if she doesn't learn to channel Vixen very quickly, she's in deep trouble.