Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

also making wild assumptions i can edit out later

the doe-eyed shewolf had been waiting with increasing impatience at the absence of the man who'd brought her to his borders and kept her there.  although her angular form was filling out a little more with the meals she was able to catch and what she was brought, it was not enough to satisfy her.  in addition, he was beginning to smell like other women, which while in theory did not bother her in practice it did because she had not been able to find any of them.

so she was entirely alone.  she'd thrown a couple of hissy fits, ripping open the flesh on her forelegs once more and dousing herself again in the blood and feathers of her prey.  it was a look she was suited for, one she quite liked for herself.

she was drawn from these thoughts at the wavering howl of another girl and something pitter-pattered in her chest, an excitement of sorts.  her long stilt-legs carried her swiftly to where the other had called as she raised her own maw to the air in response.

and as the smell of the woman drew closer she slowed, leaving a large berth of space between them.