Emberwood Lowren is a meanie that calls my skunk smelly 24/7 :(

astara was unaware of both spirits and owls as she ventured, her attention fastened on the scent of a fox she had tracked for far more miles than necessary. typical of childish impulses, her interest in overcoming the fox burned fast and hot — and in no time at all blackfeather’s nightcub was lost. 

she didn’t pay this important factor much mind, and just as she was about to find some other object to ensnare her attention, she heard the crunch of paws underfoot. the fox! she hunkered down low to the ground and stalked “silently” forward, timing her approach so that when the “fox” passed between the very oak she was hiding behind, she would spring like a bear trap with little demon teeth aimed for his tail.