Large bushes being brushed along, as if the wind was knocking them about, but in an area that was usually so devoid of too much fresh air. Stuffy, thick fog was all around, and weaving through the trees, so much of it was around that it was hard to really see past your own nose. Once it all had cleared enough, and the various forms of life had ceased with their sounds of the night, something could be known that it was wrong. Wrong for the fact that such noises should not have stopped, unless...     “Hmm...” A chuff of breath, and the sound coming from behind.      “You’re quite a ways from home, little fox.” | @sliicknick |