Sleeping Dragon So sad and broken hearted

ooc: for hunter's trade.

Every person has at least one event in their childhood that marks a milestone reached and changes their lives forever. For Foxglove it was the terror and fear she had experienced, when a hungry fox had tried to steal her feeble one-month-old self from the den and eat her (it never got that far). Parents had been quick to react and dismembered the scrawny predator before the tiny Foxglove's eyes. 

Ever since then the dappled wolfess had a sick pleasure of hunting and killing foxes not for food, but for the fun of it - to be the strong one, to feel the power, to show the whole kin, what happens, when you messed with the wrong predator. Today she had tracked down one down right to it's den and was watching patiently the entrances and exits from the mound, ready to spring in action at any time the sneaky red-tailed doll decided to leave it's home.