Fox's Glade Failure has been all to familiar

He continued eating the rabbit as he lay in the snow, his thoughts both here and far away. He was interested in this female, as he had never met a wolf like her on his travels. Did she simply not know his own language? Had she been through some sort of trauma? It was a interesting puzzle to him. At the same time, he was internally guarded. The last female he had taken interest in, had allowed to get close-

He cut the train of thought of with a low growl under his breath. Those memories had to stay buried, lest they get in the way of survival. Suddenly, the female rose, walking over and play bowing in front of him. The move was so unexpected that Shadowheart growled lowly, a knee-jerk reaction brought on by his internal torment. His expression, which had been relaxed, morphed into tension.