Fox's Glade you look so cool

robbers - the 1975

@Xan ?

Though Aurelia was predominantly a quiet, skittish creature, there were days (like this one for instance) where perhaps the planets aligned and the banshee woke, not at sunrise but at sundown, with an itch to find trouble and let trouble find her. So after giving herself a quick cat-like bath the young girl set out to explore her surroundings. She kept her tail raised as she went, her ears twisting and turning at the softest sounds.

The scent of other canines around the area was strong - especially the scent of fox. Aurelia's face contorted into a grimace. She hated foxes. Ever since she, during the first few weeks of travelling alone,  had repeatedly been robbed by some of them she had sworn to forever hate the pesky fleabags. Ugh.

As she went on in the seemeingly fox-infested area, cursing under her breath, a sudden idea came to her. Though it would not mean they'd ever be even, Aurelia figured that if she could become the robber instead of the robbed one, some of the damage done to her could be mended. 
Yes.
Poetic justice.
With her mind made up, the banshee began to follow one of the many fox trails instead of steering away from them.
Soon she'd find one of the critters, and soon she'd make them pay.