Sara the Vixen (polarvulpine) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-10-26 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: sara martin, character: thierry gravois, location: the woods |
Thread: Close Encounter
WHO: Wolf!Thierry & Fox!Vixey
WHEN: Night of the October full moon
WHERE: The Woods
Sara's mottled summer coat had shed itself almost completely back to bright white again and she moved through the woods like a ghost. Her dainty feet touched lightly, black hook-like claws gripping tree bark as the she fox bounded off the trunk and into the underbrush. She slinked through the darkness, following the scent of a rodent that had gone underground. The arctic fox had excellent hearing and her large ears pivoted this way and that, tracking as she tittered to herself in a strange way.
Abruptly, indiscernible except for those with heightened senses, the woods fell quiet. Sara stopped mid stride, paw lifted as she raised her black nose up to sniff at the air. Small eyes scanned the leaves, wondering what kind of disturbance had hushed the woods. Then she felt it, eyes on her, and the vixen whirled around--
--to find a shadow staring back at her. It was threatening. She could feel its hostility. Given the option of fight or flight, the fox's instincts kicked in and she darted away. Whatever was out there, ominous and looming, was not something that she could defend herself from alone. She needed to find her pack.
Vixey raced through the trees at a maddening pace and could still feel the shadow drawing near, gaining speed on her, and she let out a few sharp barks up ahead to call for help.