Sawtooth Spire too many dicks on the dance floor

She finished burying the last of her dead offspring near the edge of the woods, then reclined on her haunches with a quiet sigh. Quip had given birth to eight kits (all boys!) a little over a week ago and one by one they had perished. She should probably seek out Joker and tell him the bad news, though rather than return to the forest, the svelte vixen began picking her way up the neighboring mountain. She found a perch on a rock shelf and sat there, idly licking her paws and gazing over the treetops below.

After a while, she sank into a sphinx-like position, eyes glassy as she stared into the middle distance. Overhead, a partly cloudy sky began to grow dim as gunmetal gray cumulonimbus clouds blew in from the east and hovered right over the mountains as if stuck. Quip scarcely noticed the shifting weather until a shadow stole over her, chasing away the July heat. Only then did her vision clear as she arched her tapered snout and squinted up at the darkling skies.