Fox's Glade Failure has been all to familiar

her demeanor changed entirely, accepting and kind.  her fear of dark men was yet to come upon her, and her trust came quick.  she skipped gleefully across the snow, doing a quick round of zoomies before arching her rear in the air with her front half across the ground, her entire body wagging.  she let out a few delighted yips and darted closer, still hoping she could lure him back to bearclaw and claim him as her packmate.