Frostfire Ridge the two of us,

Laurel chased it and she felt frustrating rush through her when the fox seemed to be gaining ground on her. She didn't want to let it slip away, but it looked like she might not have a choice. A low guttural growl rumbled. She stopped when it seemed to slip away from her grasp, but very shortly after she saw it return suddenly.

Unable to figure out why precisely it had turned back to her and running on instincts alone Laurel leaped forward and grabbed the fox by its throat, catching it completely unawares in its panic. She growled as she ended its life while it let out a last panicked screech, at which point her unknown hunting partner probably rounded the corner.