Wapun Meadow the long forgotten one

The sound of his approach caught her ears before she could slip away; her ears flattened a beat, but she turned at the other's call. Siarut, She greeted softly, not moving towards him but allowing the approach. The foxes lay not far from her position, twined together in a macabre embrace. The wild-furred girl gestured once to them with her muzzle.
For your group, She told him, shifting on her paws and casting an anxious glance to the sky. The sun was setting. She was wasting time here. Journeying with children is difficult. I thought you might need it. Her gaze flitted between Siarut and the rapidly-departing sun, a growing tension surrounding her.