Fox's Glade Frolicking In The Meadowsss

there was a commotion off in the distance where the forest met the meadow. a great squall, the flapping of wings and shrieking of birds as they took flight, the shifting of boughs as they were released of their tension. beneath the trees roamed a dark shape, careening between the trees but without a discernable shape — not until it broke away from the grove and veered across the meadow's edge.

the birds were having a fit; most of the older ones settled without any fuss upon other branches, but the younger members of the starling flock were zipping away as fast as the wind could take them. they twisted as a murmuration away from the wolf. their movements were reminiscent of a school of fish avoiding a shark, creating a halo of emptiness around the man's path as he moved in to the meadow.

he was panting heavily; his heart was pounding in his ears, but a smile painted his face with gaity, and he was too preoccupied watching the chaos he'd created to bother noticing the girl idling nearby.