Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

A shaky, uncertain voice was heard from the brush. Foxfur stopped immediately in his trek. The pale wolf behind him had been momentarily forgotten in the familiarity of the new sound. The warrior knew that voice, but he could not place the voice with the location.

Come on out, you are in no harm, Foxfur woofed into the foliage, holding his ground. The warrior did not wish to frighten the individual further, knowing that it was more likely he would flee than expose his hiding place and emerge. Still, there was a twinge of desperation in Foxfur’s words.

Don’t run, he thought, pleading in his mind. The woman was almost forgotten.