Fox's Glade you look so cool

It seemed she was not the only one that had it out for the critters.
As she continued to run through the forest, her nose close to the ground as she followed the scents of the inhabiting creatures she heard in the near distance the sound of another set of paws tearing through the earth. The air filled with a sort of tension, as if the panic and fear provoked to the creatures became something tangible, almost palpable among the fog that adorned the forest.

For a second Aurelia wondered if she too should be scared. 
She swallowed hard, but kept moving, she was following a promising trail now, and she did not want to back down.
She was itching for trouble after all. 

She found her mark soon enough, an old fox with a limp and a washed out coat.
She licked her lips, readying herself to pounce when suddenly trouble embodied, a vision in white jumped before she could move and took the old fox in his jaws and without any hesitation  killed and began eating it.

Still stunned by how sudden it had all been, the Lockhart remained rooted to the spot, her bright yellow eyes simply staring at the man and his (and intendedly hers too) dinner. She debated quietly to herself whether she should just go. She knew showing herself could result in an unwanted conflict, most wolves, and most men, did not like to be bothered during their meals.
But, every now and then the stars aligned, and so the usual fear that would have driven her away inmediately was replaced by a curiosity towards the man. 

Slowly, with her tail tucked between her legs and her body posture trying to convey she did not meant to pose any threat to him or his meal she blew her cover and stepped forth, a low chuff  being her only greeting for now.