Fox's Glade fox on the run

He had spent a good few weeks in the maplewood, but Shale soon grew restless, and lonely, too. It was time to move on. Continuing his journey southward, he passed through marshy ground and open fields before reaching yet another small forest.

Shale had scarcely taken a few steps into the place before he heard movement, and saw a silvery figure sprinting through the trees, eyes wide with fear. It grew closer, and he saw it was a frightened girl--no, woman, for she had reached adulthood, surely. He stood still and watched her, wondering if she'd notice him first. Perhaps not; she seemed in quite a panic.

"Excuse me, miss," he called out to her, tenor voice carrying across the glade. "Are you all right? Are you lost?"