Fox's Glade hi welcome to dennys

He slipped up the hill with the cunning of a fox, a growl rumbling in throat as he felt his chest beat with excitement. When he reached the top, he had to let out a satisfied sigh. His journey had not been in vain.

The Huntsman stepped down to meet his thin, white fawn. "Dove," he spoke, voice low and haunty, "it has been a very long time..." His gaze trailed to the sky, dreamy and reminiscent. "I remember the sound of water... Do you?"