Fox's Glade i was born a fighter;

since it was spring still, he did not find a lot of good stock. the stock that was here so far was fresh and new, still healing from the winter's grasp. he was loathed to cut down such things in their growing prime. and so he left them alone. for now. "wish I had..." he muttered to himself, bent over the edge of the water source. "no... can't... not..." he scrunched his face up, a soft 'hrmm' escaping him. some plants would just not grow here. that was a bitch.

"fucking... lack of aloe..." it was a damn good plant to have for burns and cuts. his people had traded with the surfacers to collect such a treat. in this northern climate, however, it would not last. most of his knowledge was centered around more foreign plants. "fuckin' cold." underground was always cold but at least they could grow mushrooms and other plants under it. they could control the 'weather' down there. here in the Teekons? you couldn't control anything.

"oh" he would look up, seeing another approach. though they were more off to the side, easy to miss him sort of deal. Baelfire's eyes returned to the water, but he resisted his grumbling.