Blackfoot Forest My feet know the path of life

Bazi could scarcely believe what she was seeing. Was it a fox? It was small and stumpy, with floppy ears and a thin, pointed tail. A caricature of a wolf etched into the sand by a blind toad.

Bazi had seen a more traditional-looking maybe-wolf disappear into Blackfoot Forest some time prior, and when the beagle followed her nose into the darkness, the wolf followed. Slowly, and at a distance, creeping silently after whatever the thing was that had taken up residence. The scent it left in its wake was familiar. Sour. Unpleasant.

Suddenly, there was a whole lot of noise. Bazi ducked down behind some conveniently placed shrubbery and waited, holding her breath. Every sensible thought in her head screamed at her to leave and summon the pack, but she stubbornly refused to obey. What harm could that yappy little thing do to a wolf?

Feel free to skip me if the dogs don't notice Bazi, I will be creepin'. >:]