Grouse Thicket You're too bright, lower them rays Sunshine

Phex turned back inland for a short time to refuel before heading further up the coast. She didn't fancy trying to eat crabs; she doubted they'd be many on the sands anyway. She was hunting now, using her pelt to bury her image in the marsh and trees. A master of camouflage. Recently, the girl had been getting better at hunting but was distracted today by a call.

Curiosity pushed her towards the screech of anger and found herself staring at a fox and wolf. The fox lunging and making contact to the man -- a stunning man, in a different way to many. Large, body carried with purpose. His coat held a glistening silver that was marked by a rich mixture of red sands and sequoia bark.
But it was the eyes that held the glistening of moonlight on the rippling ocean that stopped the youth in her tracks.

All the way up until the giant ripped out the throat of the fox as it screeched with wild shock and pain.

Phex stared at the felled, mauled body. The gore leaving its throat, mouth agape and still contorted in the scream. Eyes dull at the winter sky. But she didn't know what to look at; the horror or beauty. Her mouth hung agape, shock and a small kindling of fear held in her ocean eyes. Was this the sort of person Cry had warned her against? 
She tried to form words on her mouth, leaden tongue working to form them, yet nothing came forward. She dragged her gaze from the fox to meet the moonlight eyes of the man; taking a sharp draw of breath.

The fox didn't make her feel sick, just the sheer shock of seeing the brutality easily acted out without a second thought -- but she understood why. She took a step backward, finally forming words, "I'm not a threat..." Her voice trailed off into a small quiver. If one sensed fear, would they act upon it? Become the beast of a man that Cry warned against?
The youth knew that being weak got you hurt, so she drew herself up a little, pulled her tail up from where it was tucked and spoke again, adding more firmness to her voice and yet asking different. She saw the blood welling in the shallow wound on his face, "Are you hurt?"