Its A Perfect Dark Here (MATURE)

Autumn had decided her next place to travel to would be Wheeling Gull Isle. She'd never been on a island, it might be fun for a new experience and a good opportunity.
She stood on Sea Lion Shores looking at the island. She'd spent the day hurrying through territories from Blacktail Deer Plateau to here. She looked at the island. It was like something on a postcard with the perfect white sandy beach and the sunset behind it. She took a step into the water. She began to swim. She went under once only, but she couldn't get the saltwater taste out of her mouth. She arrived on the beach halfway through the night. She knew there was a pack there, but she had no concerns. Nobody had ever paid much attention to the small fox she was. She hopped through the sand stealthily toward a nest. The seagulls back was to her and it didn't notice her. She leapt and as it tried to get away she used the method of dragging it down from the sky. She bit its neck and it went limp. But it wasn't the seagull she'd wanted. She plucked the two eggs from the nest and thought of the delicious snack it would make. She left the limp seagull on the beach as it bled into the sand. Autumn headed toward the forest and laid down in shelter of a bush. She ate one of eggs (which was delicious) and saved the other for later. It sat next to her. She watched some short orange-white wolf walk around the beach and start running. Autumn noticed she was fast for her short size. She ran back from the side of the beach she had just reached. Autumn got a bit bored but passed the time by drawing stick foxes in the dirt with a claw. She noticed the wolf suddenly looked nervous or confused. Her hackles raised and she glanced around.
Autumn noticed the hostile behavior. Did she notice me?