Duskfire Glacier The moon cuts a path

She acknowledges the other with a flick of her eyes; to her partner, and then back to the foxes. Fur as white as her own, but so small. She felt that she could crush them beneath her paw.

Her legs bracing momentarily she then shot forward, quick to circle to the other side of the now panicked creatures. Baring teeth and standing her ground, the pair began towards the position of the darker coated woman, not immediately noticing her in their desperation to escape. So long as her packmate could grab one, Dione would take the other before it ran off.

Foxes were not so difficult when you were familiar; they were rather predictable, easily spooked things. Usually she would only chase them off since they were of such little threat, but then again, she had also heard that their pelts were quite nice. With her companions dark coat she was sure it would look nice draped over her back.