The fox rubbed her muzzle, leaning to the side to peer around the legs of all the taller people there.  Awesome, they left a trail too.  What in the world were they even doing running around here.  A sniff at the air, and a twitch of her ear, and she noticed the one hiding in the tree.  She looked at the immense red creature to her left, then at the rest of the group, processing their words in silence.<br/><br/>She shouldered her bow, letting the string hold it across her chest.  Her mantled cloak sodden.  "This is no place to camp."  She responded, quickly walking behind the group, and kneeling down to brush the grass a moment.  "Tracks, too deep, too wide."  Then her brow furrows.  "Why you are running?"  She asked, turning around, her common tongue broken and stilted.<br/><br/>She rested a hand on one of her blades, looking back up at the others.  "You disturb hunt.  You say demons in city?"  She spat on the ground.  "I say you maybe thieves.  That you running because city guard trails you.  Maybe big-big reward for capture."<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes and looked over the group.  "Demons in city."  She scoffed.  "Ha!  Demons not be here for year."<br/><br/>She listened to the wolf's outburst, and checked it in her mind, staring at him and drawing her sword defensively, holding it at an angle across her body.  "You crazy.  You all crazy, and probably criminal."