Blackfeather Woods 青

The fox trailed behind for some time, and he let the distance between them grow shorter as his confidence grew. He was fairly certain by now he was not in any danger. At least, none from the purple-eyed stranger. 

She stopped, and he did as well. She spoke at him, but he did not understand. Instead, he watched. When she bowed, so did he. 

The stench of wolf here was strong. It was no longer just the female companion, but a multitude. 

He fought the instinct to flee. He probably would have, had she not been generous enough to feed him.