The Heartwood Don't screw this up!

Quiet turned to the sound of soft pawsteps behind her. Her eyebrows rose as she observed the seemingly friendly fox. Quiet, unable to speak even without the muskrat clamped in her jaws chuffed warily in greeting, but she was baffled. Why was a fox so friendly to her, a wolf (well she was only 50% wolf but what did that matter?)? Was this some kind of clever trick to steal her food or even hurt her? She knew that some foxes, coyotes, coywolves and even dogs hated wolves so much that they indiscriminately attacked or hurt any wolves that came their way. But was this one of them? His next actions would tell.