Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

Althaia's pelt bristled with excitment as she stalked the fox. The small red creature was sniffing at something on the ground, a locust shell. It's pelt was unkept, and it bore the raggedy thin appearence that all the creatures in Teekon now did. Her pale eyes shone in the morning sun, as she crept closer, closer-
The fox looked up.

An explosion of movement, and both Althaia and the fox were running. It yipped in alarm and fear as the grey furred predator closed the gap between them. Althaia had gotten used to the rocky footing of the mountains, and kept her footing with ease. Until, the strong smell of border met her nose. She faultered, briefly, but then hurtled on. What were the odds of her meeting pack wolves? She almost had the fox, anyway. 

And so the thin female strove deeper and deeper into the territory, chasing the fox all the while.