strange places

Though he wanted her statement to be true -- that his friend had been the one following her and freaking her out -- he shook his head in response. "No, I don't think it was her...I haven't smelled her anywhere around here," he said, the disappointment evident in his voice. It would have been great to find Somnia here, perhaps having gotten carried away by the thrill of the hunt...but, no, that wasn't how this day was going to end.

However, if it wasn't Somnia that had stepped on the branch, then that meant that there was someone -- or something -- else out there. The pale wolf's fear was palpable and contagious, and Elwood felt his own anxiety increasing as she pointed in the direction the sound had come from. She was making it pretty evident that she wanted him to take a look, so he sighed and obliged.

He took a few steps, peering through the undergrowth and searching for any signs of movement. His gaze landed on the offending twig, which had, indeed, been broken. Nervously, Elwood moved a bit further, feeling the dark leaves pressing in around him -- and then there was a high-pitched, keening howl. A fox. He heard the scuffling of its paws as it raced away, though he couldn't see the culprit, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "It's just a fox," he called over his shoulder to his companion, turning to approach her once more.