A new kind of dangerous

@Kesik

Morgana had ventured out to the valley, having only visited once. The snow was begining to melt and this was probably the last time she would see the valley covered in snow for quite a while. In her opinion, the sight was calming and relaxing, more so than the summer sun. She streached her limps which were considerably tired after the journey. She yawned, prepared to take a leisurely nap before retiring back to the dark woods.
She had only closed her eyes when she smelled an unusual scent, one that she had smelled before but had not become regularly familiar with. She contemplated leaving her plans to take a nap and exploring the scent . And curiousity always won. She truged through the wet snow, her limps cracking out of the shell of tiredness and ache. She didn't have to go any farther when she could smell the scent very close to her. But at first she didn't see it. It's pelt was almost white, except for the black markings that in the end, gave it away. She wanted to jump on its back, play with it for a bit. It wasn't as big as her, but big enough to be a predator. A fox. While living with the coyote hybrids, she had learned about life outside a wolf's world. She could tell what it was, even though she wasn't accustomed with it. She found that fixes were generally shy and quite creatures that kept out of wolves way, unless being threatened. Then they could be very hostile and pretty dangerous.