Her parents always told her they didn't have to abide wolf laws. The weren't wolves. To remain safe, however, required them to at least keep away. To keep some distance between themselves and a pack. A single wolf could kill them. A whole pack could be worse. Most of them remain in their forest and were careful when wolves came through. Since she's left the safety confines of her home, Sollie has mostly kept to herself with minor run ins. This night, however, she'd gone a little farther than she intends.

She doesn't exactly remember how far into the territory she'd gotten but she is more more interested in the spoils she found. The foxes don't go as long without eating as other predators so when the girl comes across the cache, she can't help herself but to unveil it. The shadows hide her form and the wind is stagnant for the moment, she Sollie deems herself temporarily safe as she tears apart the remains of some undistinguishable kill.

Sollie hears the wolf before she sees it, eyes widening and dropping the bits in her mouth.  She’d eaten as much as she could in the short amount of time, but it barely looked like a dent, but there isn’t time to think about anything else as she tries to turn and dash away.  The night only cloaks her for so long as the other is quickly upon her, jumping at her form as she turns tail and takes off.  

She’s knocked to the ground but her form is small enough to weasel out from beneath the other’s legs and try to take off again.  The snow slows her down but she gets back to her feet to jump through the hurdles.  Sollie skis to a stop, flinging snow around her as another wolf shows up from the other side with fleshing teeth.  The fox’s eyes pop out of her head as she angles in another direction in an attempt to get away.

It’s not long before Sollie’s trying to get away that she feels the snatch of her rear end pulled the opposite direction.  Teeth clench around one of her legs and pull her back.  The fox aggressively digs at the snowy ground to keep herself on the earth but the pull nearly knocks all her legs out from beneath her.  She hits the ground once her front legs come out from beneath her and she twists around and curls inward like a feeling, snapping at the female’s jaw to let her go.

Sollie suddenly cries out when the teeth of another grazes her shoulder, taking mostly fur in tufts.  A fox as small as she barely stands a chance against two wolves, especially when both have grabbed either end of her body.  Her paws swip with the mix of teeth, trying to pull herself in any reprieve.  

She doesn’t notice she’d actually gotten the wolf across the muzzle but her leg is released and she hits the ground despite Steady’s grip on her fur. She tears away, weaseling her shoulders away from teeth of two power sets of jaws that could end her life. Sollie doesn’t get a chance to figure out where either wolf is because her feet hit the ground, running through the snow. 

If the sun had been above them, she would have seen one of their shadows enveloping her but she only feels a gust of force and snow, propelling her forward. She runs as fast as her little legs can carry her, trying to find smaller places to run through so they might not get her.