Stone Circle We don't talk anymore

"Addie'd hate that," he agreed. It was his personal conviction that all foxes ought to be killed if they were found on packlands - but this was a new belief, one born out of his inane drive to provide happiness and safety for Adeline and not out of any sort of logic. So he follow Valette's lead, deciding that chasing the vixen out would have to do for the time being, and if he saw her around again, he'd bite first and ask question later.

From there, he stopped following Valette and began forging his own trail, fanning out from her to better cover ground. The vixen's scent was all over, almost as though she'd been searching for something. A place to whelp, most probably. That in mind, Day used his knowledge of the territory to his advantage, heading toward some larger bushes that would provide shelter from the elements.

Sure enough, there was a smudge of tang making its way through the dirt and snow. "Hey," he called, hoping to draw Valette's attention, if she hadn't already seen their prey. He was darting forward before he had a chance to check.