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Before starting her story, Ida decided to recall everything she knew and had studied about snow foxes – their characteristics, habits, dietary preferences, and so on.
“In that case, before we continue our conversation, may I ask you for a cup of tea?” she asked. “Because, I’m afraid, by the end of the story my throat will be parched.”
I am clarifying all the nuances; how similar are they to our ordinary real-life foxes? Are they as skilled hunters or more like mischievous raccoons? Would they eat Kolobok if he fell into their clutches? Because I wouldn't want to mess up these details