Mira flew, in the form of a fox, in a wide circle, high above the ground. She hoped to catch sight of her prey without it seeing her. After a bit of flying, she saw the chicken...
It was now surrounded by a bunch of other chickens.
What should she do now!? Should she attack anyways? If she did decided to attack, she'd have to give up on stealth and transform into something huge that chickens couldn't fight. Perhaps she could try to make peace? Or somehow lead one out of the formation so that she could attack it? Mira became so lost in thought that she didn't notice she was losing altitude until her feet touched the ground, which gave her quite a jolt. "Oof!" Mira exclaimed, then looked around to get her bearings.
She was only about a foot away from one of the chickens.
The only option now seemed to be to try to make peace. But would the chickens befriend a fox? Or would they just attack?
It was now surrounded by a bunch of other chickens.
What should she do now!? Should she attack anyways? If she did decided to attack, she'd have to give up on stealth and transform into something huge that chickens couldn't fight. Perhaps she could try to make peace? Or somehow lead one out of the formation so that she could attack it? Mira became so lost in thought that she didn't notice she was losing altitude until her feet touched the ground, which gave her quite a jolt. "Oof!" Mira exclaimed, then looked around to get her bearings.
She was only about a foot away from one of the chickens.
The only option now seemed to be to try to make peace. But would the chickens befriend a fox? Or would they just attack?

























