Blackfoot Forest fox earth

Even though she was caught up in her own emotions, it was not enough for her to ignore the scent of not one, not even two, but three approaching wolves. Rising onto her feet, she batted away the tears from her eyes. The first wolf had an accent and looked nervous. The second wolf had no accent yet and looked questioning. The third wolf seemed to be a bystander who was too curious for her own good. The three wolves all seemed to know each other, though they all look different in appearance, and it was clear to the little red wolf that the first two had the strongest interpersonal bond. For a moment, she wondered what the connection was between all the three wolves but decided it was not of her primary interest. "Thank you," she said as the smallest of smiles appeared on her face. "Thank you. You've all helped me do what I needed to do. I'm up. You can all go back to your homes and families." She hated to create a scene--or even be part of a scene. If she were very honest to herself, she wondered if these three wolves were here to kidnap her. To sell her precious red fur to the bald wolf down the street. It was at this thought that the little red wolf began to involuntarily grin.