Dragoncrest Cliffs i am an anarchist; an antichrist; an asterisk

edit: oh woops im dumb, rolled a failure

Light filters hazily through the trees as she weaves between them, trailing a scent half-heartedly at first. She's on the right path, it seems; the trail grows stronger, and with it her investment in the hunt. She's more aware of her movements now, and her position relative to the trees and foliage, but her eyes are trained ahead where she thinks the fox lurks, waiting for it to step into view any moment.
She closes the distance quickly, finally catching a glimpse of her intended target, then focusing her sights on it as she nears. She rushes to make the kill, already a little weary of the chase — and is immediately surprised.
The creature turns and sets upon her with desperate teeth and claws in a way she's never encountered before; not maddened, but bold and afraid. The fox's sharp bits rake across her face a few times, but she immediately abandons the situation and the smaller animal is more than happy to do the same. She only puts a few feet between them, cursing softly under her breath at her stinging face, at her own shame, and stops to quietly watch the fox disappear back into the trees.