Fox's Glade silvertongue

@Indra

The dale offered him a great amount of comfort, and had been his sole reason for choosing it as a temporary dwelling. He would venture out on days when the sun was high in the sky, and return when the stars glistened overhead. There were still no signs of Tiel'c, but he had not had very much company in the glade, and the thief was grateful for this. More peculiar still, he had grown rather fond of the skittish red creatures who roamed the territory with watchful eyes and sharp smiles. Tadec had started to feel as though they had accepted him in their midst and deemed him an honorary fox of the meadow.

Long and rickety limbs carried him through the terrain. He stretched the length of his back in the new morning sun and the darkest parts of him felt its warmth. The day before, he had spotted the proof of a family of voles living beneath the twisted roots of the trees. The thief did not eat much, but was fond of the smaller catches as they kept him sylphlike and fleet on his feet. Voles were the perfect prey for such a predator.