Fox's Glade a lotta men didn't; a lotta men died

@Remy; set shortly after this thread

They were nearly home, and Day was aching to be back with his kids - and back with Addie, subsequently. The woman's scent hadn't completely faded from their pelts, but he knew a trip through the Fox's Glade would take care of that. The place was ripe with the heavy musk of fox, and a little rolling around in the dirt both masked the scent and went a long way toward scrubbing it from their bodies. Unless Steady was already suspecting something like what'd happened and then proceded to give them each a thorough sniffing, Day was pretty sure their secret would be safe.

Next time, we gotta pick a woman that's not in heat, he thought to himself, and then he laughed, because it was a little weird to be thinking about a next time.

"Let's grab a couple foxes," Day suggested, wondering if Adeline would appreciate such a gift. Maybe she'd think it was funny, since a fox had hurt her not all that long ago. Then again, maybe she would think he was being insensetive? Day wasn't certain, but he thought he might risk trying to give one to her, anyway.