Fox's Glade I saw a light.

The more Ira explained, the less Ibis really wanted to know about the creature; but it was too late, she was already diving towards the bushes to flush it out and soon enough there was a flash of red-brown again. The fox zoomed for safety and almost ran in to Ibis, who tensed up.

Not good for puppies, she recited in her mind, nasty bite, little red devils — and for a few seconds they were nearly eye-to-eye. The fox was exactly as described and all Ibis could think upon initially staring at it was, how pretty! Then the moment broke; the fox ducked and zoomed away through the glade.

Ibis was left staring at its departure point and let out a breath she hadn't meant to hold. Wooow, it was so quick! And sort-of cute, like a pup, but a little bigger— just shy of her own puny size actually. She looked from the fox's egress route to Ira and back a few times and then realized, oh. I didn't really... help... Did I? Sorry.