Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

Nunataq happened to meet her first fox during one of her outings in the Overture downs. She and the red-pelted canid had happened to tread the same path from opposite directions and met in the middle, few feet away from each other. A long moment had passed, where the fox regarded the black-massed wolf cub and the said cub was trying to decide, what kind of odd wolf she had met in her path. And then the accidental meeting had suddenly been over, because the fox had turned on her heel and left.

Ever since Nuna met them in the meadows often and observed them hunting, trying to mimic their movements later and, since she was of heavier build and lacked skills, her performance was sloppy and could not been even called a parody of the real thing. This did not deter the girl from going on and trying. Or, engaging in following the stark scent trail the foxes left behind them.

This last activity had led her to the Fox Glade and she was busy, inspecting a little pile of stinky droppings, when the sound of rustling grass and leaves, made Nunataq look up from her object of interest and catch sight of an oddly-coloured she-wolf.