The wind blew through the dreary wood. A single cloud of mist surrounded the full moon. The forest shuttered as a lone figure of a white fox limped into a clearing. She seemed to be made of moonlight as the starlight gleamed down upon her. The white fox suddenly fell over onto her side as she fainted with pain...
Swirlfrost blinked open her sore eyes. The sun mad her eyes hurt so she had to sit up to get it out of her eyes. She looked around her. She was in a heavily wooded area. The sweet smell of forest comforted her as she took a look at her wounded leg. The blood had long since dried and left her left hind leg stiff with the dried puss and blood. Swirlfrost began to lick it tenderly, wincing as her gentle tongue ran over the deep gash. She found that if she licked along the wound she could scrape more of the crust away with less pain. An hour later she had a clean cut and was gently laying it with some natural herbs she had found in the forest. As she did this she thought of the creature that did this to her. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she recalled the night before…