Porcupine Ridge Dreaming of Spring

It made sense, what Illea said. Though Diane had originally likened the task to herding and pursuing out of the territory, but the white she-wolf's words made her imagine instead what it would be like to eradicate the Ridge of ants. The gold and grey runaway honestly had no idea how many raccoons existed, what size they were, or the level of difficulty it would take to remove them all. She supposed she had been rash in her suggestion—It now seemed easier to just avoid the rabid omnivores. She wondered what they looked like, but figured she didn't need to know because she could already identify them by scent.

"Yeah, that makes sense... Thanks for telling me, Illea. I honestly had no idea."

Fade here?