Renart is mostly in the maze to see what this supposed grand prize is rather than out of any interest in being in a maze. Specifically, she's hoping the grand prize is a pumpkin pie, because she could really go for some pie right now. Other pumpkin-based pastry would also be acceptable, because her stomach is starting to growl.
She pokes around the maze, not bothered by the gradually dimming lights thanks to foxes having very catlike night vision. Her interested is drawn to the pumpkins themselves - they smell tasty and bring back memories of hunting in farmer fields, in Europe and the Americas - and the noises of crickets and other bugs scrabbling around.
So she isn't really prepared for an ambush. At all. She lets out a shriek that's more akin to a woman getting murdered, the fur on her ears and tail standing on end, and proceeds to try and tackle whoever it is that thought this was a good idea.
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She pokes around the maze, not bothered by the gradually dimming lights thanks to foxes having very catlike night vision. Her interested is drawn to the pumpkins themselves - they smell tasty and bring back memories of hunting in farmer fields, in Europe and the Americas - and the noises of crickets and other bugs scrabbling around.
So she isn't really prepared for an ambush. At all. She lets out a shriek that's more akin to a woman getting murdered, the fur on her ears and tail standing on end, and proceeds to try and tackle whoever it is that thought this was a good idea.