Ravensblood Forest When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.

Pan pricked his ears forward. My, my is she quite adorable. He thought to himself. He wriggled his butt in the air and pounced, disappearing in the tall grasses near the mouth of the cave. He popped back up and yelped in joy. I'm Pan! He said bounding forward brightly. Pan loved finding new playmates, being a fox was a relatively solitary life. Sometimes he thought he should have been born a wolf, considering how social he was. Alas, he was born to be a sly and curious fox which he supposed suited him well enough.