Duck Lake weeping willow

Fox smirked at his words, amused by them and immediately taking a liking to his sense of humor. It matched her own. “Change of scenery,” she replied. While she enjoyed the creek plenty, it was nice to get out from time to time. It would only become easier once she picked her second in command. The girl was still on the fence as to whether it would be Njal or Jinx, but she supposed that would make itself clear soon enough.

The yearling let her tongue slide over her nose, and without really thinking about how impolite it was, she asked him, “What’s with all the scars?” It seemed like an easy way to start a conversation (or possible argument), considering it was literally staring her right in the face. She was plenty used to being asked about her small stature, so it was her chance to do the asking.