The brown fox would not feel bad in the slightest unfortunately for the poor amphibian. A low growl, he is raising up one of his gloves ready to prick at her arm with his sharp claw. Her peeping noises only bothered him further.
"Put it back down! Now! It's not yours."
the little amphibian kept staring at the glass enclosure. she hasn't eaten in quite some time, so she takes a tentative step forward, glancing at him, before picking up the glass and staring at the grasshopper. a few peeping noises was the only indication she was mentally present.