Fox's Glade and when you’re right, the strength to stand your ground

He had lost Wraen’s scent somewhere along the way. One day he’d woken up, began to track her, and her trail had evaded him over and over again, no matter how hard he tried to pick it back up. He cursed himself for hanging back for so long. He should have gone right up to her, but he hadn’t. For whatever reason, he was terrified at the thought that she would reject him, even though he hadn’t asked anything of her. She was just so goddamn perfect, and he doubted he would ever find anybody like her ever again. No such thing could exist.

Whisker continued to seek her out, but he came up empty. That didn’t stop him. He resumed his search, and although he did not come across her scent, he did come across another. She wasn’t far off, and he followed for lack of anything better to do.

He woofed when he was close enough, offering a friendly, Hello! when she was within earshot. Maybe she could help him find Wraen.