Fox's Glade i had held it a world away

The young girl did not need any prompting to stick close to her red leader. Piper moved alongside Mona's flank with an intent expression on her youthful features. The pale yellow of her gaze searched the underbrush for anything that would give them a clue that they had stumbled on something great. Every so often, her eyes would dart to her company and she would mimic the movements that were shown.

It was not until the yips of unfamiliar creatures sounded in the air that Piper felt her heart racing. The length of her ears shot forward and she drew her head up, hoping that she could see something... anything. There was a tenderness to the way that her limbs froze and her paw hovered in the air before being placed against the rough earth.

The croon was remarkable to her; she had never heard anything that had sounded quite so mystical. Darting her eyes toward Mona, Piper offered an expectant expression. The tip of her tail wavered back and forth with excitement. “Homba?” she whispered reverently to her leader, brimming with hope.