Fox's Glade Naive thinking.

Howl trotted through the glade with a spring in his step. He had traveled a far distance over this short week and he was celebrating his victory. Not that he had an end goal, but some time to rest and maybe found some food seemed pleasing. But it seemed that something more intreging would await Howl.

A female striking similar coloration to Howl was within the glade and Howl was soon to notice her. He wasn't sure if he saw her first or if he had smelled her first. He wasn't completely sure what it was about the smell they drew him to her. He had smelled it before and taken action on it before as well, but it always intreged him more then usual. He came up to this female and greeted her "Good morning miss. How are you?" he asked.