Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Her mind was on the paths that wound through the glade.

All she could smell was fox musk. Aware, and wary, of the stranger at her back; but leading the way as best she could.

When there came a sudden rush of movement behind her, Sanja tensed and spun. She nearly lost her balance, having not moved in such a way since her pregnancy began - and she looked to the pale wolf with an intense fear.

But it was short-lasting. The other woman had plucked a tiny rabbit from the brush, as if she were a magician reaching gingerly in to their hat. Sanja blinked a few seconds and stared, and as she realized she was over-reacting, she became sheepish.