Golden Glade Reynard

Anyone welcome! Its just a thread for her to work on her mercenary trade!

Feyre paced near the border of the Glade. A musky, earthy scent washed over this patch of land. I know that scent but... Her muzzle lifted to take in the balmy breeze, her nose searching for the sly beast. There. A scowl threaded its way across her maw as she sank to the compact soil. The flicker of a red tail nearly twenty feet away greeted her not unkindly.

The fox was not looking at Feyre, but at its own 'prey'. The two had different intents, but similar methods. Feyre stiffled a low growl threatening to break free. This is going to be interesting.