Golden Glade the escape

The rustling followed by the falling of a chunk of snow was enough for Phox to locate the source of the smell, and his burnt Sienna eyes locked on to her. For some reason, he had expected it to be a prank played by a child or perhaps a sneak attack orchestrated by the wolves from the Shadewood. It did not appear to be either, considering he did not sense that anybody else was around. Instead, he found a doe-eyed girl staring back at him, and she appeared to be shivering under the blanket of snow that she had been hiding under.

A bleeding heart, Phox canted his head to one side and took a gentle step forward. You alright? he asked. He could have sworn he heard her heartbeat all the way over here. She was acting more like a frightened rabbit than a fierce predator right now. The yearling wondered where she had come from, what her story was, and what caused her to be so fearful around what appeared to be nothing but trees and land. Surely there was a backstory there, but he would have to figure out the basics first.