Minka was new here, and seeing as she had only arrived late in the night had not had the opportunity to meet any of her pack members, and the thought made her slightly nervous. She had not fit into her birth pack, and yet she had already grown quite fond of Narime and Sloane seemed very kind as well, she could only hope the rest of the pack as accepting. She was pacing near the borders, wondering exactly how the rest of the pack would respond to her when a rustling in the trees brought her to a halt.
All of her senses focused upon the nearby bush that the sound had originated from, the sound repeated, it was obviously some kind of animal inside at the fae could see the bush moving. Taking a scent she found that it was a fox, probably a young one as it did not smell as musky at the adults do, pesky things, always stealing food and messing with pack borders by adding their own scents. Minka crouched down, her hackles rising, but keeping herself silent, she wanted to make sure the thing knew not to come, she wouldn't kill it, merely scare it enough not to come back. Slowly she shifted forward, inching along the ground as silently as she could until she was practically upon the bush.
Then she pounced, she body came crashing through the foliage and to her surprise she found two young fox kits, obviously siblings since their scent had been so similar. They looked at the she wolf with an expression of pure terror before taking off, chattering away at her as they ran. Minka followed closely, snapping at their heels as they went, letting growls that sounded more menacing than her intentions roll from her throat to be caught in their ears.
Suddenly they turned directions, and them being much smaller and therefore more agile were able to make the corner perfectly, while Minka carried by her weight slid. Her paws catching no friction from the soft wet ground she left great ruts in the ground as her momentum pushed her a couple feet past the kits turn. Finally her paws thudded against a large stone that had been buried by the muck, ignoring the slit sting of the impact the fae pushed with all her might against the stone and again she was off, sprinting through the undergrowth.