Jade Fern Grove The loneliest people are the kindest

Her quarry finally seemed to cotton on to her presence at the crucial moment, tucking tail and swinging his backside out of harm's way. Of course, Haunt had never actually intended to hurt him. She considered it target practice, preceded by her stealth drills. In any case, it was a swing and a miss, her paws thumping back onto the ground without so much as grazing him.

The stranger seemed a little put out by the attack, for which Haunt could hardly blame him. She snorted a breath, her yellow eyes dancing. Now that they were face to face, she took a moment to study him. He was only a little taller than her, with a lanky build and a striking coat. It was no wonder she'd mistaken him for a fox from a distance. His eyes were equally distinct, the teal contrasting prettily with his fiery coat.

"Didn't yours ever tell you to watch your back?" Haunt eventually said, her tone a little dry but lacking any real malice.