Sleepy Fox Hollow love made the danger in you to look like safety

The tension carrying in her form makes her steps tight and short and her eyes and ears constantly on the move. She’s so out of focused on what is really right in front of her that she does not note the wolf scent in the slight breeze. Her searched for their fiery brethren leaves her no time to see what may be the real danger she’s facing.

A shrill shriek causes her heart to stop and her entire body to freeze. Her ears plastered harder (if at all possible) to the back of her head and she snaps her head around to find the culprit. It is high enough pitch to remind her of a wolf but if she’d been properly paying attention, she’d know it isn’t. Her breath lodges in her throat and she has to consciously breathe—something she to distract her—and she releases a shaggy breath.

When the blur of brown and black rushes by in the distance she finally notices the pale wolf in the distance reeling back from the attack. The blip of an animal hadn’t been big enough to be a fox, and the wrong color, but it hadn’t been something she could recognize. Hints of blood touch the air and she stiffens a little more before she pushes herself forward with force to see if he needs help.