Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

The rustling stopped, the creature on the other side of the bush obviously having stilled. Her muscles bunched, tension growing as she watched for further movement. The bush between them blocked clear sight of one another and Nanuk counted on that as she suddenly exploded from her position and barreled through the bush with a snarl and snapping teeth, only to choke on it as she breathed in the scent of wolf and definitely not fox.

For a moment, the wolf just stared at the pup dumbly before snarling, at herself this time. Wrenching her head from the bush, her anger bubbled to the surface but was forced back with an iron fist paw. Godfuckingdamnit! She was losing her shit, in a way that she had not before. That coyote attack had fucked her over, making her realize--

He gaze switched to the bush, a rough sigh coming from her now. Her paws carried her around the plant, searching for her almost victim. "Anyone ever tell you you look like a fuckin' fox?"