Fox's Glade I saw a light.

Ira let her eyes trail after the fox until she could safely deem it not a threat. It was then she stepped out of the bush and turned her attention back to the yearling who seemed to be apologizing for some reason. I suppose it could be considered cute. Do not fret. It just needed to be spooked. Like she said earlier, the fox was no real threat to either of them, even if Ibis was quite small. She could have done what she did if Ira never arrived.

The mountain wolf sat back on her haunches and tilted her head as she recalled upon her last visit to the Hollow. She never did learn as much as she had wanted originally. Perhaps now was as good an opportunity as any. So how has your pack faired now that Winter has passed? Any births?