Fox's Glade i'm up

The pinecone managed to hit the coyote's face, scratching it up a bit. The fox started to make his move, but the raccoon already left. An icy rage built up inside him and he sunk to the ground, covering his face with his paws. He felt the same feeling he did before, being able to help but not doing so. He got up again, a melancholy look on his face. "Sorry about that," he said, "and sorry for scaring you before. I really don't mean to hurt others, unless there's a reason to." With that, he started to turn away. He didn't want to take up any more of her time.

Before he left, he remembered something. "Hey, is there anything wrong with this place?" It seemed like a good idea to ask, as she doesn't seem to be going anywhere soon. As well, it one of the few places he felt safe.