Bearclaw Valley Fantastic Mr.Fox

Whilst it was often either the borders or the forest that held his attention, Alexander found himself venturing towards the rendezvous that day. When the children were younger, he’d frequented it more often but, now that they were big enough to move all throughout the territory, he spent less and less time there. But he still checked it out every now and again, as he did most reaches of his land, needing to assess and confirm with himself that all was as well as it could be. It was meant to be quick, a glance tossed here and there, yet he realised immediately that he was not alone—which was a curious thing.

The sight of his daughter made his heart jump, her appearance something that would always haunt him; he did not resent his child nor wish her any harm, but a large part of him did wish that she might start to resemble someone else as time went on. Nevertheless, he pushed away from his thoughts and redirected himself so that he was approaching her instead, asking, “What are you doing laying around here?” as he closed the space between them.