Blackfoot Forest Foxing around [Mature]

*rolls in*

crëyr's wandering paws found themselves in an unfamiliar part of rising sun valley, a forest of some sort. she caught whiffs of the same scent over and over again, quickly identifying them as smells that belonged to foxes. they were all pretty fresh, so she wouldn't attempt to prey on them... unless they were disabled or old or anything like that.

as she padded warily across the forest, the scents, which were growing stronger, began to tug at her nose. she could distinguish five, she guessed, or six. looking up at the sky, she searched for any beams of light, any that leaked from the gaps between the branches, but it wasn't a fair day.

the scents got so strong, it reached the point when she heard noises. the sounds foxes emitted, and immediately the grayscale wolfess was on all-defensive mode. the last time she had fought any feral creatures had been around five days ago, and they sure had fended them off.

well, there had been five dogs, and six wolves. this time there were like, six foxes and one wolf, six foxes that surrounded her, six foxes that were beginning to nip at her tail. she lashed out with her tail and twisted to deliver a snap of her jaws, as quick as a bolt of lightning. "back off."