Fox's Glade i'll tell you another secret i've been undermining

there was something about this one that zephyra could not place. it was different, yet familiar. she continued to slither around the tree, coiling closer and closer until a throaty growl erupted from the disheveled woman. 

the girl took a wary step backward, steadying her paws with a flash of porcelain teeth. "what is wrong with you?" the question was filled with both accusation and curiosity. there was something clearly wrong with the stranger, but zephyra could not distinguished what exactly it was.