Fox's Glade my love is driven by rage

he was just on the outskirts of the territory, eyes a little dreary from the night prior. he hadn't been getting that much sleep either... indra had left on a hunt, and with all the tremors he was anxious to wait for her return. he hated this feeling, truly, marten had rarely felt anxiety in his life. he had always known his mama's wearabouts... always... he was struggling to fully relax knowing that she was out in the wilderness during the wold equivalent of the purge. but he needed to stay strong, if he left now and she returned she'd be disappointed in him. indra was an adult, he knew she could take care of herself... he just wanted to be there for her. 

in other ways, he decided, he'd have to do so. 

he padded through the glade, ears flicking as he picked up the sight of a pale girl, ashy greys and browns coating her. his nose twitched, though he decided he didn't recognize any of the scents on her. he let out a low, friendly woof, gaze settled calmly upon her. his tail, red dipped and all, swayed behind him.