Haunted Wood sleight of hand

She was relaxing outside the den, looking after Arwen and Leshen.
A call ricocheted through the expansive forest. For her.
Without too much hurry, she put her children safely in the den, giving them pointed looks as her strict instruction not to leave the den.

She loped through the woods, ready for the number of situations that she may come across.
A demon from her past, someone she'd once met? No, this was inside the borders. Her ears lay back, expecting a rank challenge as she approached the piebald fox-wolf.
Valour's plaything.

She slowed, chin dipping and ears pressing forward, tail waving high.
He was only an inch taller than her, but she has more experience. Maybe they would be matched.
"You called?" She inquired expectantly, wanting to get back to her babies as quickly as possible.