Sleepy Fox Hollow las olas de mi mar

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Trees were a welcome change for the Sawtooth spider. Every inch of the thickly wooded area had a type that had begun a slow change in color. Colors varied in stark contrasts between oranges, yellows, and reds. Greenery still covered the forest floor in the form of ferns and grass-like overgrowth. Wide paws made little sound within the damp terrain, coiling through the thicket of life in a flippant exploration of new terrain. While this particular location was not technically claimed by the Spire wolves, it was close enough to be considered as such. As if to punctuate this meaning, leg hiked up against a thin tree with peeling bark. 

After marking had been complete, the spider continued onward at a lazy pace, taking time to inspect low hanging branches that still carried a tuft of fur.