There was a woman who lived in the forest who went out to collect wood kindling everyday.
On one of these days she was concentrating on gathering sticks from the forest floor, there had been a bog storm that night. As she looked up she noticed a small fox sitting not one meter away from her. This was strange, as foxes don't normally come so close to humans.
As she looked at the fox an owl who-who'd in a nearby tree. She looked up to see where the owl was and noticed that further in the valley men were making their way up through the forest.
Usually they just passed through, she had always hid and no one had ever spotted her.
This time she had been so wrapped up in her collecting that the men would have surely found her.
She had the odd feeling that the fox had warned her somehow.