Fox's Glade happiness loves company

Drowning was not easy and soon Sarah found out that leaving wasn't simple either. She was a creature of habit, she needed structure, routine and predictability in her life. As miserable as she had felt during these months at Lost Creek Hollow (due to no fault of the place itself), she had still managed to organize her life somehow. There was a well-hidden den, away from the crowd, where she would spend quiet evenings. There was a particular spot on the edge of the forest, where she liked to stop and observe the plains beyond the borders. There were some hunting spots she frequented. And then there was Gannet, who she considered almost a friend and such - she was sure - she would not find anywhere else. 

She had hardly ever jumped at opportunities or been impulsive in her life. All future plans were carried out after lengthy and thorough deliberation. She decided to utilize this approach now as well. The key problem to leaving the hollow was that she had not the slightest idea, where that happy promised land was located. The best way to solve it was to explore the surrounding areas, get to know them and then expand the circle. She liked the plan and feeling happy about the fact that she for once had something to do, left the hollow one morning and headed North. 

Not far though, she chose to explore an area, where many foxprints led up to, but instead of a fox, she caught sight of something way bigger and wolf-like. She regarded the man for a while, taking in all the information she could possibly gather, before announcing her presence and approaching him in a careful and polite manner. "Good day," she greeted him, once within the hearing distance. "Are you a resident of this place?" she asked, realizing that the question was very weird and that her social skills with strangers were still very awkward.