You're lost in a rather unfamiliar expanse of forest, where every tree you look at seems to be the one you just passed a few moments ago. It's getting darker by the second....

You hear a sound... a twig snapped... your head swivels around and you you hold your spear out in front of you, ready for battle. No one is there. One breath... two breaths... your ears swivel to and fro, your nose twitching as you scent the air. You find nothing. Wary of your surroundings you move forward again until you spot a small clearing, where the moonlight poured in from the break in the trees and a cave sat nestled to one corner of it.

Shelter until morning, you think. You enter the cave.

There is another sound, a small thump and a rustle of brush that causes you to whirl around again... this time someone IS there, a vixen, with fur as pale as the moonlight that illuminated it, and eyes that glowed like the sunset firmly locked onto your own while a small smile played at her muzzle.

The huntress entered the cave, her voice quiet as she spoke. "Lost?"
You nod your head without speaking hoping that perhaps she knew the forest well enough to provide assistance.
Her grin grew wider and she began moving closer. "Good..."

Something tells you you're in for a long evening...

This piece took me a long time to finish by comparison to most. I love her outfit, and her pose. I did have fun with this one... Gonna try to start doing more like this somtime.