[He does, indeed, shove, and hiss when he's bitten again. Monty slams the door of the cage into place and finally rises to take stock of his injuries.]

You're really not a very nice fox. All that thrashing about. Now, I am in love with a fox, so I'll be kind, little friend. I'll put you back out in the forest with your friends. Perhaps you've a wife to tend to. 'Tis the season.