Silverlight Terrace shoe fits just fine

she'd avoided the teekon for more than a year, due to a rather unfortunate series of events that had had the woman hightail it out as soon as she could, not stopping until she'd left the wolf-infested territories far behind. and she had lived happily, for that time, even found a band to run with and the odd suitor. that, of course, had shattered when a few trigger-happy rednecks had decided to take it upon themselves to silence the yipping howls of the coyotes, and the woman had fled all the way back here.

she hissed at the fox, who seemed intent on snatching the half-eaten dove at her paws. it was a male, young, and full of testosterone as the breeding season approached. she'd hated him as soon as her eyes had settled on him, hated him as soon as he'd approached with his cocky walk, gaze on her meal. she yipped once, a sound that was meant to drive him away but succeeded in him only moving closer, to the irritation and disdain of the coyote.