Natasha's hand pushed aside a branch, her thick brown-red hair tied into a pony-tail but still motted with a small leaf or two. The fox-man leaned forward, and with his enlightened intellect was able to process what he was seeing. A young woman had walked through the forest thick.
She was dressed in khaki shorts and matching vest and hiking boots. Under the vest she had on a short sleeve cotton shirt. Natasha had difficulty walking, favoring her right foot as she moved ahead toward the fox without noticing him yet. "Damn hunters! At least I can look at my ankle over here without sitting in an ant hill." She knelt and began to undo her shoe, surely her ankle had been twisted and needed attention. "At least it was me and not some helpless fox."
Barking noises were heard, coming closer, the fox realized that this human may be able to protect him, but can he trust her? A mix of new emotions flooded his senses as he finally decided...