Fox's Glade be cunning, and full of tricks

@Mona - didn't wanna wait

 

The silfessi ventured out beyond the pack borders that day in search of the peace and quiet that he had only found in the heart of the nearby glade. His long limbs carried him swiftly from the edges of the valley and into the stretching pasture. Once through, he found the murmur of the dale and felt his rigid frame find a quiet amity with the terrain. Tadec preferred the fox’s hideaway to the valley that he shared with the wild wolves, but he knew that it would have been frowned upon for him to remain there when he had promised himself to the Rah of the Bearclaw wolves.
 
Picking his way across fresh snow, the smoky hound searched the glade for signs of prey, or for the red-furred predator that was known to haunt the surroundings. The burning of his bronze sight was a startling contrast to the pristine white that coated the earth and rocks. His dark frame, too, seemed out of place in the unspoiled clearing. It seemed that he was one of the first to cross into it since the fall of snow.