Porcupine Ridge changes in the wind won't compromise

While her journey had been uneventful for the most part, there would always come a time when the solitude would be interrupted. This time, however, it was not by another wolf. Instead, it was the fuzzy head of a fox that emerged from the terrain. She was inwardly surprised at his boldness, standing in the way of the path and daring to approach her. Perhaps most of all, she was surprised that he came offering a name and questions to follow.

She curled her lip up ever so slightly, a warning to the lesser canine. Foxes were known for being flighty, their cunning and skill second to none at times. A nuisance, even. But she had never had the experience of speaking with one either, as they were more inclined to go vaulting away from their larger canine kin. No doubt with good reason. Foxes were for chasing. With a warning show of her teeth, she decided that it wasn't worth trying to chase the fox on the rough terrain here. Too risky and frankly, she wasn't interested in the conversation — Echelon passed the small creature up with nothing to say and continued on her way.

editing in an ending...