Fox's Glade fox on the run

There is no Shadow King.

I know that, she mumbled to herself, exhausted. She was sleepless, though, and when the sun went down it began to become difficult to convince herself of this thing she had learned was truth overtime. Her tiredness fooled her, and in the night she saw all sorts of things. But she did get some sleep, and this helped her retain perhaps the last of her sanity. 

But being alone did little for that. 

She meandered through the glade, her eyes large as she took everything in. These surroundings were new. She needed to get to... where was it, the Maplewood? Her stomach rumbled, and Sesi jumped, frightened of how loud the sound had been. Her tail wrapped uneasily around her hock as her ears flattened. A blustery wind caused a tree branch to brush against her, and Sesi let out a scream and made a run for it. 

There is no Shadow King...