twisted and terrified

The fox hesitantly walked towards the wolf. You idiot! He stopped in his tracks from the voice, allowing himself to think more clearly. Putting aside the fact he placed himself in close quarters with the action, he was never used to doing such. The traveling fox he was, he had little time to actually clean up while on the watch for predators. He usually only had enough time to find a safe spot before collapsing from exhaustion. Aside from that, it was another animal asking for it, one he would rather much avoid. Then again, why would he be asking it? He sighed to myself. What the hell, what do you have to lose. Sure he started, feeling his instincts tug at him. If he was nice to this one wolf, maybe he can get him out of a bind one of these days.