Jade Fern Grove people would tell us to get a grip of ourselves

It was peaceful. That was what Alyx liked most about this place. It reminded her a little of Sun Mote Copse, so she found herself here time and time again. It helped that there was plenty of small game to hunt and lots of places to stash the leftovers. There were signs that a pack once resided here: overgrown dens, mostly.

It was peaceful... Until it wasn't.

Acheron came barrelling out of the trees and into the stream so quickly, Alyx couldn’t get out of the way before she was splattered with muddy water. Not even the steady drumming of his paws nor the birds that erupted from the brush in his path was enough of a warning. Shrieking, Alyx hopped to her feet and backpedalled, shaking her head wildly, the half-eaten rabbit forgotten.

What the EFF, dude! she shouted, lifting a paw to try and swipe the dirt out of her fur. Ugh!