Fox's Glade take it slow

Kaito, too, had drifted. He could still count the nights he’d been away from Little Goat Mountain, but he had the feeling that soon enough, he wouldn’t be able to anymore. The caves had just begun to feel like home, like a place he could settle for a comfortable little while. The thought felt good — and yet, it didn’t seem right.

So of course, he hadn’t gone back, though in his heart of hearts he wanted to, if only to feel that feeling of home — but he knew if he did, that feeling would be soured, in the knowing he should be somewhere else. So he wandered here, through the meadows and forests, aimless as before, and still tried to make the most of things.

Which meant when he heard a faint movement deeper in the woods, Kaito lifted his head and called out in his young and boyish voice, “Hello?” and prepared for silence, yet hoping, with a sway of his tail and the perk of his ears, for a friendly answer.