Fox's Glade I don't care what the neighbors say

blondine's "power nap" had ended abruptly, having been rudely interrupted by a pair of nosy foxes. it was about time she wake up anyway, as was told by the setting sun. the huntress yawned and stretched out her limbs before deciding to head north.

well, kinda north. on the way, she stopped by a glade drenched in fox's musk. the stench burned her nostrils and would have turned her away were it not for the grudge she carried. gettin' in the way of a good nap, she muttered, that's what they do, damn vermin.

blondine might have noticed the male were she not so focused on her hunt. rather, she wandered right by him with her snout stuck to the ground.