The Bracken Woods the end of the world was quiet

Shockingly, the cretin reacted in time to narrowly escape her jaws, which clacked shut with naught but a tuft of fur for her troubles. Chausiku was hot on his trail, but he had all the vulpine swiftness of his brethren. The fox darted aside with blinding agility, kicking ash up into her face. She had to stop in her tracks, and she sneezed from the debris. After collecting herself, she continued her pursuit. His tracks led to a sturdy tree with a crack just large enough to allow his entry but forbid hers. Claw and bite as she may, the bark was too sturdy to break.

A gilded eye glared daggers into the shadowed figure within the woody shelter, but she soon gave up the hunt. She could starve him out or search for a way in, but this little morsel wasn't worth such attrition. With lowered hackles, she backed away, once again donning her mask. A parting glance, and then she was gone.