Fox's Glade frog's leg soup

someone was watchin' her! she could feel the eyes. she took a big sniff of the air and could only smell fox musk, or her own scent, which was more bogwater than anything, and after trying a second time she gave up on trying. spitting a gob of something in to a pile of leaves.

aye, git out here! i know i ain't alone! she called in to the trees one way, and then glared another. wasn't much she could do if the stranger decided to leave, though; she wasn't about to chase them down.