Silvertip Mountain This fox is ours.

Adeline stopped her shrieking long enough to clamp her jaws down on the fox's head, though she didn't get a great grip. It shook its head side to side, tearing her skin and making her release what hold she did have on it. Thankfully, the adults were quick to act, though everything was a blur to Adeline now. She felt the fox let go of her, and its own screams begin where hers ended.

The young pup curled up into a ball, shivering in fear and pain. She heard Valette, but refused to unshield herself to answer her. Moments later, she was being picked. At first, she struggled, fearing another attack, but the instinct to go limp when scruffed came over her and she relaxed her body, though it still shivered. Blood covered her left shoulder, flowing out her wounds.