Golden Glade Reynard

Feyre crouched low to the compact soil, her radiant eyes trained on the furry creature. If it had been outside of the territory, she would have let it be, but she would not stand for it to be on this land. 

Her fluffy tail weaved through the tall grass, trailing her lithe ivory form as she prowled through the brush. She tilted her muzzle slightly, to check and see if she remained downwind.

She was.

A sly grin stretched across her maw as she hovered near where the shielding grasses swayed in the warm breeze. She was going to have to leap in order to pounce on the fox, otherwise it would have to much time to get away. She wanted it to learn its lesson first, that the Glade was no longer free game.