Fox's Glade fox on the run

She ran a short distance in a full-sprint before she realized nothing was after her. She slowed to a bouncy trot, and the leggy woman soon pulled to a stop. Her head turned and the whites of her eyes could be seen when she was spoken to, and she took many steps backward in her shock. 

Was she alright? Was she lost? 

Yes, yes she was lost, Alexander, Nanook, Desna—have you seen them? she asked from afar, content to keep this large distance between them. She was desperate to know, and her voice had an almost pleading tone to it.