Duck Lake Ain't it good being all alone

The green-eyed girl headed toward the mountains, and Fox only chased a few strides before slowing to a halt. She had no need to hurt the girl now that she was no longer a threat, and Fox snorted, shaking her fur. At least the stranger had had some sense in her little pea brain, and that was more than Fox could say for the dozens of other wolves who came hanging around (or refused to leave when they had settled too close).

When the stranger was finally out of sight, Fox swiveled her body around toward the creek and began walking at a steady pace.