Swiftcurrent Creek trampled by turtles

Fox meandered along the border of her home, occasionally squatting to freshen up the invisible fence that warned others not to cross. Things seemed to have slowed down at the creek, and Fox was surprisingly grateful. Not only that, but the weather had been quite warm today, which had caused her to spend most of the afternoon sprawled out on a large rock by the creek. With the sun beating down on her, she'd taken a nice long nap. Feeling refreshed, she had decided it would be best to make a round of the borders.

The sharp smell of food filled the air, and Fox was quick to change her direction to investigate. It was not until she was nearly upon the strange shell-wearing wolf that she realized there was a wolf at all. A young one, at that. The sight of the creature with the... thing on her head made Fox uneasy, and she growled lowly due to the strangeness of it all. Then again, there was a pile of fresh meat laying at the feet of this wolf, so perhaps this was one of those weird traditions. Fox walked stilt-legged toward the weird scene, sniffed the air, and then spoke. “What are you doing?” she asked. Perhaps this one was ill.