Fox's Glade I saw a light.

Upon closer inspection, this wolf was much younger than she originally thought. Not really a kid, but she wasn't exactly an adult yet either. She confirmed her suspicions however, which meant there was no need to fret or be hostile. This was a friend of Easthollow. Ira quickly stored the name in her head as she leaned a bit closer to the hidden creature, sniffing cautiously. I go by Ira. If the smell you are referring to comes from a nearby source, I can easily inform you that it belongs to a fox. To punctuate her explanation she slammed a paw into the growth hoping to startle the creature out of its hiding spot. Its blood is not necessary, she just wants it gone.