Todd
Todd knew the threat was coming before Razzul had uttered his first word to him. And he knew he could do nothing about it. The evidence was all there, his bloody mouth, his paws, and his sneaker demeanor. And there was also that ever present danger of what if Razzul had somehow recognized him as a rebel, he knew he would have no choice but to bolt. In fact, Todd would have bolted ages ago if it wasn't for the stallion he had heard trotting along beside the chief just moments before.
Of course, Todd could still run. In fact, he would love to run. One of his favorite forms of entertainment was getting into chases, and then always outwit the slow, lumbering brute that was too hot tempered to do anything but follow him blindly. He was sure that, in his prime, he could outfox both the chief and his equestrian friend. But there was two problems with this. First off, he was not in his prime, he had just been in the middle of a mudslide! Second, most of Todd's stratagy had to do with using the forest to his advantage, hiding among fallen branches, leaving confusing scent trails, etc. But as far as he could see, the forest wasn't an option, with a clearing behind him and Foresta in front of him, Todd was between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.
He could try lying, as much as he hated doing it. As bad of a reputation as he got for being a carnivore, Todd still prided himself in integrity. Not to say he hasn't told his fair share of lies, it just happened that he preferred not to. Tensing up in preparation of the lie he was about to tell about some superficial injury he had gotten, he stopped. He didn't have to lie, only...exaggerate. Hiding a foxy grin at the thought, Todd turned to face them, greatly enhancing his limp as he did so. He took a quick look to see what kind of wounds he had received from the mudslide, and although not too many of them were open or severe, he could probably sell it. At the very least, he could buy himself time until another solution presented itself. "Why hello, good leader Razzul, your sympathy towards the injured is remarkable. I was just in the most dreadful of mudslides, I am sure you have heard of it? Anyway, it left me with enough wounds to attract your attention, I'm sure, but nothing that I can't take care of myself." Todd said respectfully, glad that Razzul was staying at a distance so that he could not examine the fox up close. He implied that his bloody muzzle and paws were from where had been cleaning the wounds himself, as many animals still did. He just wished the chief would accept his story and leave.