You sit dog style by the water's edge and admire your reflection a little longer, trying to make some sense of your situation. You realize that you've been breathing heavily. Thinking back to your childhood campouts you force yourself not to panic, and begin to take stock of what your have. You're a naked anthro-fox lost in the middle of some unknown forest, no one is looking for you, you have no food, no shelter, or even basic understanding of how a fox is supposed to survive in the wild. You scratch yourself behind your right ear, it has an immediate calming effect. At least you won't be freezing to death anytime soon, and there's plenty of water.
You try standing on your hind legs again, your tail reflexively acts as a counter balance and you find you can walk without much difficulty, albeit somewhat slow. You feel everything beneath your feet, an odd sensation since you typically only took your shoes off to go to bed. Your foot pads seem tough and you move with a little more confidence. Your sensitive eyes have no trouble seeing through the darkness, but keeping your field of view concentrated on placing your feet isn't going to get you very far.
You know that without a sense of direction you're doomed to just wander in circles. You can see the tops of a couple mountains through the trees, you don't see any lights or structures, but they might appear when morning comes. Keeping your clearing in view you make a large circle around the place of your transformation. Movement is getting easier, but you don't find any trails, and moving through dense trees and thistles brings up concerns that wouldn't affect you were you wearing pants. Having found nothing you go back to your clearing and curl up on a patch of long grass beneath a bush.
You can do a better job of finding society in the morning. You move into a fetal position with amazing flexibility, letting your head rest on your fluffy tail. The question of how to react with society once you do find it you push to the back of your mind. Using the knuckles of your velvet paws you gently rub the sides of your muzzle which had so painfully pushed out of your face not more than an hour ago, and you gradually lapse into sleep.