Heron Lake Plateau Lots of booze, and lots of ramblin'

If nothing else, Raleska was stunned by the sudden appearance of the fox in her periphery. She slammed on the brakes, mostly because those eyes... They looked just like her eyes, or what she had seen when she stared in a mud puddle. Sure, they were wide with terror, but they were clever eyes. Predator eyes.

The eyes of a wolf, or canine, or cousin. Raleska didn't know the fox was a distant relation in terms of species, but she was so overcome by the fact it looked too much like a puppy to do much.

Niamh had kept to her huntressy prowl, and Raleska caught a flash of sinister golden fur looming. "No!!" She blurted, sudden compassion riming her usually sulky features. "Don't hurt him!!"

She didn't understand that in this world it was kill-or-be-killed.. and to her it seemed awfully cruel and unjust to just kill for no reason. Suddenly, Raleska was reminded of Valette and Stark, and how cruelly they had denied her family food and shelter. She didn't want to be like them! She didn't want to make this fox endure what they had to endure! Her eyes grew dark and wide and she wheeled away, a quiet cry threatening to break from her bobbing throat.