Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Donnie didn't know why the yearling froze the way he did, but he followed his gaze with nothing more than somewhat concerned curiosity. Donnie saw nothing, and he certainly didn't hear anything, aside from the soft, distant and non-sensical sound that came from Anselm's chest. He felt his own vibrate in a soft whine, empathetic to Anselm's concern, though he couldn't discern the cause. 

Until the bouquet of green parted, and a tawny figure emerged, advancing enough to come within sight, baring its fangs in a hiss. Donnie had never seen such a thing before, but naturally cowered against Anselm's side as his heart thumped within his chest. Instinct told him to feel fear, but he didn't know whether it would be best to run or keep the animal within his line of vision.