Broken Wings (Broken #2)

Her breath quickened as its eyes locked with hers across the shallow pond. She looked closer she saw that it was not a dog, but a fox, the size of which would make a Great Dane look small in comparison. It had piercing yellow eyes and nine furry tails whipping around behind it. She gulped as its ears twitched toward her. It seemed it was equally surprised to see her as she was to see it.
Letting out a quiet whine, it began to walk through the pond, which at its deepest point was only to its knee. She slowly began backing away from it until her back hit the hard wide trunk of the willow.
She wanted to scream, to call out for her brother, but she knew he wouldn’t hear her. Even if he could, he would not make it to her in time. Her eyes never left the fox’s as it pulled itself onto dry land and continued toward her.
She let out a small whimper when she realized that it was only a few paces away from her. Hearing this it stopped and tilted its head side ways, giving a small wine itself.
She stared into its eyes and instead of seeing a wild, savage glint there like all wild animals have, she saw a calm and almost humane look that only humans expressed. They both stared at each other, studying each move the other one made and how the other reacted when they would move.