Phoenix Maplewood ori the fox hunts an elk

She had never seen so many trees before!

At least, not all in one place. The wilds were much different than the place little Ori had grown up, and the sylph-like creature was enraptured. She did not mind the odd coolness she felt, nor the dampness that clung to her fur and made her even colder-- rather, she did not mind it yet. If it took too tight of hold, the petite figure would move to bask in dappled sunlight where she could almost forget she was no longer in the arid plains where she was born.

Ori was in the process of doing so when a large ungulate burst through nearby foliage, running directly toward her! Luckily for the small fox, the sound startled her eyes open. Upon seeing the elk barreling forth, threatening to trample her, Ori opened her jaw as wide as she could and loosed her best scream. Perhaps because that, in turn, startled the elk-- it altered its course at the last moment.

Emboldened, the young kit fox chased after it, loosing her screams all the while.