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

The nearby bush veritably exploded and Wildfire jumped into the air, all four feet temporarily clear of the ground even as she spun to face it. She saw a white muzzle snapping between the spindly branches and she backpedaled swiftly, putting herself further out of range. Her large ears flattened in response to the continuous snarling, though they pricked again and she blinked her golden eyes owlishly as the whole thing abruptly stopped. No more than three seconds later, a large white she-wolf appeared, shooting a sarcastic question at her. She looked and sounded rather vexed.

The youth quickly deduced what must have happened. Her blood ran cold. Had she just nearly died because she resembled a fox? Wildfire swallowed. "I'm told I actually look more like a dhole," she said quietly, staring at the stranger apprehensively. "I'm glad you figured it out before you ate me," Wildfire joked weakly, then lapsed into silence. Although she figured there was no longer any danger, she remained braced for fight or flight.