Blackfoot Forest fox earth

This is set the morning after this thread and is near the edge of the forest closer to Wapun Meadow.

Splashing her face with the water of a murky puddle, the little red wolf blinked the sleep from her eyes before peering back behind her. Blackfoot Forest was quiet now with no foxes or demons to be found. Instead, it was filled with the soothing trills of birds and the quiet footsteps of deers breaking small twigs. Still, blood filled her nostrils, and she shuddered at the circumstances of the previous night. There, she had learned things about her character that she never thought possible--impossible in the sense that they were so beneath her and below her. She was beginning to learn what it meant to hate oneself, and she did not like it. Slumping down into the ground, she hid herself among the dead leaves and willed herself to disappear. It was not common for the little red wolf to feel this sort of emotion, this sort of heaviness that matched the shadows of last night. It left her confused and paralyzed. "Get up," she murmured half-heartedly to herself. As if to mock her, her tail lifted a few centimeters off the ground before falling back down dejected. "Get up," she said again, this time in a more normal volume. Once more, her tail mocked her by rising a few centimeters higher before falling deflated like a popped balloon. "Get up! Get up! Oh, why won't you get up...!" she began to shout. She rolled back and forth on her sides and moaned at her embarrassing fate. Maybe all she was good for was doing nothing useful to anyone at all.