Sleepy Fox Hollow hungry

Thin and weightless, the clouds trickled by, leaving only a pale shade of sunlight to wax and wane across the hollow's exposed footpaths. The place was filled with a sweet-weathered ambiance, like a true high noon in spring, and the construction of bounties grown this time of year seemed to finally be well underway. Here it was quiet for now— as most of the foxes here were spent and lazing by this hour— but a larger predator prowled still. A wolf, dagger-toothed and keening; inspired by the warming weather to take advantage of what little creatures had skittered forth to forage in the newgrowth. With the fluid relentlessness of a river, She-Ra scoured the earth for something sating.