Duck Lake Ain't it good being all alone

Fox, for one reason or another, completely overlooked the nervousness that enveloped the loner. Instead, she saw only a possible threat to the creek, and Fox was ever-protective of her precious pack. The loud quacking of a duck made the loner wince, and it was only then that Fox realized what it was that seemed to be stalling the other girl from leaving. Fox blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what would make somebody afraid of the animals. She had seen it before, sure, but she still failed to see why anybody would fear them. They were waddling balls of food, as far as she was concerned.

"Wrong answer," Fox growled, unwilling to take in somebody who was afraid of birds (birds!). With little warning, the redhead began stomping toward the loner with determination in every step. Her stance had moved swiftly from neutral to aggressive, and there were now only a few ways for Ptarmigan to come out of this unharmed. Then again, perhaps that was not her goal at all. Maybe she was just here to cause trouble, as Fox was notorious for doing.