Wapun Meadow bad to the bone

The skeletal, half maimed wolf hugged the shadows, blending into the dark like the Phantom she was raised to be. After discovering the presence of wolf packs in the area, Erika took extra precautions not to be seen. While she was informed that not all of the packs defended their territories like a wolf should, it was better safe than sorry.

Soon, the mangled Phantom approached a meadow, a place with no cover. Sighing, the wolf stepped into the light, feeling the tall grass and flowers tickle her nose, making her sneeze. Shaking her head, she pressed forward, wading through the green sea.

In this ocean of foliage, a red blur caught the eye of the maimed wolf. A fox. Un renard.