Golden Glade Wily Trees

The fox's temper did not settle and Paeon could see in her eyes the blaze of red. She could imagine steaming clouds billowing out of her pointed ears. The fox closed the gap between them, lifted its nose to her, and asked Paeon's name. It sounded more like a demand than an ask given her tone of voice.

She had offered to help and yet this fox was still frustrated. Paeon didn't see how the fox knowing her name would help the situation, but perhaps she wanted to know Paeon's name before speaking further about how she could help. "My name is Paeon. Now would you like my help or would you rather I leave you to your own devices?" Paeon asked and lifted her head to give them some space. If the fox did not want her help there was no purpose in her staying. After all it was the fox that called her over.