Blacktail Deer Plateau lestat's tarantella

Fox couldn't sleep. She wasn't sure what kept her awake, but eventually, she gave up on the endeavor and slipped from Peregrine's side to the outer reaches of the plateau. Her mind was abuzz, as it tended to be. She thought of Atticus, the now brain-dead halfwit that was Peregrine's brother. What would become of him? It was strange to think that he had been alive and well before she had gotten here, and yet she would never know the "real" him. He was only a shadow of his former self, according to Peregrine. Willow was, understandably, devastated. The fact that he had been a Beta, and the father of a wolf Fox considered herself to know well, only made the situation more bizarre.

The yearling stood atop the cliff that elevated the plateau above the lowlands. From there, she looked down. The moon was bright, but not quite full, making the land below ever-so-slightly visible. But it was the bright white movement of a figure that drew her eye, and she locked onto it with curiosity. He was far enough away not to be a threat, but Fox did not want to take a chance that he would come closer.

Carefully, she made her way down the steep cliffs that were the plateau's defense and trotted toward him. Her posture was tense, but not threatening. “You linger close to my home, stranger,” she said, “I do hope you intend to make your way elsewhere… unless you seek to make this your home as well.” Fox's tone was stern, but not aggressive. She merely did not wish him to get any closer to the plateau.