Fox's Glade i'm up

Pippin liked to see more of the world that just one tree with a family. He left his own mother at a respectable age and was now roaming around. The Coon was watchful of predators once he was down from the trees. He often spend his nights by the river and tried to find anything edible. Often the raccoon wasn't dirty from a bit of meat a wolf left though Pippin preferred insects. 

He had been making a little home in one of the trees close to where the three legged coyote pup was struggling. Pippin watched in amusement at the silly youngster. Surely it was not much amusement for the pup itself but for the raccoon it was like reality tv right from his couch. Seeing the pup hop around made him less frightened of her. So the fat ball of fluff climbed down the tree to check it out up close. 

He had his teeth already bared in a bit of a wicked grin. He might look cute from the outside but he could be rather terrible once met in person. He plopped down a few paces away from the coyote before he let out a snicker.