Red didn’t mind it when Fang overtook her as they traveled through Blackfoot Forest. And when he drew nearer to her, she smiled. Was he being protective? She liked that. Although her initial awkwardness about possibly having a crush on him was now gone, that didn’t mean she had stopped enjoying his company. In fact, subconsciously, she still had a crush on him. Her conscious brain just hadn’t caught up with those feelings yet, and they remained only a tickle in the back of her mind for her to wonder about late at night.
Suddenly, a screaming noise filled the air, causing Red to jump and skitter right into Fang. He may have been a hybrid too, but he was slightly bigger than she was, so he didn’t even stumble when it happened. The coywolf didn’t notice what she had just done, either. She was too busy whipping her head around, trying to pinpoint the location of the screaming sound, which was soon joined by many other creepy sounds. Red pressed herself against Fang, her ears flat on her head, tail tucked and curled around a back leg. She whimpered, not knowing what the fuck those noises were, though it should have been obvious that they were foxes. What else could they be? Still, Red scared easily, and once she was afraid, her brain sort of turned off.
She whined again, glancing at Fang, and her message was clear: Can we go now?