Sleepy Fox Hollow sehnsucht

She hadn't spent much time with anyone lately. She spent most of her time looking for her children or, like Mahler, strengthening their borders and hunting whatever she could find. Today he would find her patrolling the edges of their territory, quietly moving along them, pausing every so often to mark something or run her gaze along the horizon. She had dropped her head to the ground to draw in the scents there but froze when the General's scent filled her nose. She lifted her head and looked around, eyes locking with his. For a few seconds she just stared, his demeanor instantly setting her on edge. Admittedly, he had been one of her most avoided lately. She knew her season would be here soon, and she still hadn't decided on if she wanted Mahler to father her pups this year; it was all very confusing for her, and so she had tried her best not to think about it, which was made easier by the fact that she still hadn't found any of her missing children.

But now he was here, and she wouldn't just walk away, even if she was wary of why he stood there, looking colder than he ever had in her presence. She turned fully and trotted forward, stopping to stand in front of him. Whatever uncertainty she felt about the man, she kept well hidden, her face only portraying a calm curiosity. Mahler, she greeted. How are you? Why are you here, looking at me like that, was what she really wanted to ask, but she kept the question to herself.