Blackfoot Forest nocturne of shadow

Just as the Territory List described, Blackfoot Forest became increasingly eerie as the sun lost its precious purchase on the lands. The little red wolf had been drawn to the woods because of the way the sun had played with the leaves, illuminating and yet shadowing so that the entire forest floor was dappled with the skin of an exotic cheetah. Yet now the floor was as black as a jaguar, and the lost wolf could not help but wonder if maybe this was not the best place to have a den, after all. Then again, it wasn't as if her birth pack had been much different from this place, and so she should have felt quite at home among the dappled shadows. A cry. No, perhaps she did not fancy this place at all! It was as the little red wolf was swallowing her pride and turning around to leave the spooky forest that the eyes appeared. Hundreds of them, it seemed! Stumbling back a step, Leaf watched as the hundreds of gleaming eyes leaped to and fro, and she felt herself mesmerized by the movement. It was then that a gleam of red caught her eye, and then another, and then another--until vertigo claimed victory over her. The world grew light as she felt herself swinging back and then fell back into darkness as she crumpled unceremoniously onto the ground. All around her, the foxes began to draw in wondering if dinner had been served. They pressed in cautiously but quickly, eager for a hot meal.