Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

Val had brought each of the children a special something, and while he had paused to look over the items given to his siblings, he revered the gift that had been given to him. A plush, beautiful fox tail- each strand of fur smoothe, silky and perfect. He allowed only a glimpse of it before he trotted off with his treasure, seeking somewhere safe that he might stow it, safe from the drooling mouths of his siblings. 

He pondered taking it near Glintwater Lake, which was where he normally went to get some time alone, but if his secret spot was found out, the foxtail would be as well. He did not want to share, not when the tail would likely get chewed up or worse- put in the lake where it could get moldy and then get full of germs.

He went to the Greatpine Wildwood, to the edge of the evergreen forest where the sequoias began to grow, towering over all other trees. Here, on a soft bed of fallen nettles, he cradled the precious fox tail between his forefeet, and began to groom it.