Blackfoot Forest [m] what does the fox say?

The beast lumbered past without slowing. Javelina’s heart thudded hard against her ribs as she peered after it—her, going by scent—full of wonder. When she came to a halt and turned, that curiosity turned indeed morbid. The she-wolf had never beheld an uglier creature in all her life.

Then she spoke, a strange voice booming from somewhere between rows of jagged teeth and fleshy lips that dangled obscenely. Javelina blinked, every fur on her body rising at once. Her own lip curled to expose her fangs as her ears pinned backward and her tail went rigid as a bottle brush behind her.

Don’t come any closer, she warned, shoulders pinching together and haunches coiling.