Fox's Glade Won't you come and change me?

Aliana saw that; a burst of instinctive terror that flared across his dual-colored eyes. That was standard - at least to her. A large, short-tailed, dark-furred beast was more at home on an Ursine then a canine, and she employs that to her advantage sometimes. 

Once she had chased a couple of wolves off of a recently killed Elk carcass, all because she had instantly sprung out of nowhere. As one would expect, they came back and chased off after it clicked in their brains that it was another wolf and not a bear. But not after she had hastily consumed a decent amount.

It’s a bountiful blessing and an eternal curse. One she was used to.

Aliana stopped a good several bounds away from Snow White, a fair distance, ❝What were you doing?❞ She reasonably questioned with plain curiosity, ❝Herds don’t pass by here often. With there being two wolf packs close by and all. It kind of this area a ... predator hotspot.❞ Small prey was rare too, at least in the Glade with the foxes running about. So she genuinely doesn't know what the male could be hunting in the Glade.