Stone Circle B-E-A-UTIFUL DAY!

She wasn't aware of anyone approaching, until the chuff reached her ears, and then Day's voice, muffled. She opened her eyes to find him, and when she realized what was in his jaws, she instantly scrambled to her feet, her hackles raising as she eyed the fox. It was dead, yes, but Adeline had, in her mind, a rational fear of the creatures since she had been attacked by one as a pup.

Day dropped it at her feet and she scramble back, growling at the carcass, as if it might suddenly wake up and attack her. She circled wide around the unmoving fox to come to Day's side. I don't like foxes, she said, fear lacing her voice. Even dead, she still feared them. She had been lucky enough to not come across many since her attack, and the few she seen had been at a distance, which she made sure to increase with haste. She may have been bigger and stronger than them, but her fear didn't allow her to realize that the tables had turned since she was a pup.