Hushed Willows I could be an accident but I'm still trying

The last thing Fox expected was to be interrupted by a man she'd never seen before. She halted in her tracks, eyes going wide. A stranger!

Unfortunately, no one had taught Foxglove about stranger danger just yet. She lifted her chin and barked happily, tail stirring the air at about a hundred miles an hour now. Maybe he knew where mama had gone. Fox danced in place as if she might communicate her question via charades.