Blackfoot Forest wicked little goblins

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Since departing from the Blacktail wolf, Blue Willow, Tuwawi had lingered upon Blackfoot Forest's treeline throughout the night. Its eclectic vegetation and unique topography captured her interest as she combed the area for the herbs, now loaded with new knowledge in thanks to the healer. Yet, as night descended and the yowls of native foxes screeched in the pitch, the vermillion wolf chose to not dive too deeply past the treeline, save be rushed by her red, distant kin.

After many hours, the darkness passed, and soon a colorful dawn was upon the summer wolf to welcome the new day and brighten her already vivid pelt. Light burst through the dense canopy, and once again the creek wolf found courage to explore its depths. She could not stay long, lest be missed by her pack and mate, and so Tuwawi moved at a brisk pace between the groves of aged pine hopeful to learn more about this mysterious place.

During her exploration, she discovered a small mound of earth. Upon her inpection, Tuwawi became aware of an old fox mounted atop it, completely still in what appeared like meditation. This one had not retreated into the shadows like the others had, too frightened to come at the larger wolf without the assistance of shadows to mask their hot-colored skins, and so the summer woman paused, not entirely knowing how to approach it. Should she chase it off to make a point? Just ignore it and be on her merry way? Or try to communicate?