Foxtales contest: Daughter of the Wild

Hand stretched outward, the feeling of the cold steel was not as amusing as the fact that she had just spoken to an animal. Her mind kept wandering to the grass meadow where it all happened. She could still see the foxes green eyes and it's cunning smile as it told her things her mind could not fathom on its own. It seemed like her life was changing faster than she could understand. Her abilities had just began to manifest, her type they had called 'the locri', born with the ability to speak to the animals she was the child of the wild. 'Grace', her aunt called out waking her up from her daydream.