Stone Circle We don't talk anymore

Valette stepped aside when he stepped closer, mostly to let him look at the fox prints. That was her own excuse. "I think they would do more harm to our caches than to our kids,' she pointed out, she had forgotten the fox hunt they had at silver tip. She saw foxes more of a thread for their food supplies. She did not want to share them. Only a very desperate fox would ever attack a wolf. "If you want to help me you are welcome to join," she spoke.