Wild Fauna

The sound of rustling leaves soon catches her attention. She stops to look around, her ears swiveling to pinpoint where the noise is coming from. Straightening her tail, she slowly and silently moves to the left. She knows it's the fox due to the fact that the scent of the trail she was following has gotten much stronger.

Peeking around a tree she spots the bright red coat of the fox. It's a small thing, fluffy and definitely doesn't look like an overgrown squirrel. Silently snarling at the idiotic wolf who told her otherwise she observes the fuzzy fox.

It is doing something with the leaves, moving them into a large pile. Is this how foxes make their homes? She wonders to her self. It was a strange site, but the little fox seems quite busy at her work. Stepping back, Rain circles around the fox, making sure to keep hidden. She finds a spot that brings her close enough to the pile of leaves to make her move. Crouching down, she readies herself for a lunge at the red animal.

As it starts to come back to it's pile, Rain tenses and as the leaves fall into the growing pile she surges forward with a snarl.