Fox's Glade where you gon' be at?

Forever wandering, loitering in lands that were likely better left behind; yet he could not part with them, these lands that only ones he knew. He was always on the move, travelling from one territory to the next, but never straying far from the valley. He took notice of recent movement with his former home as of late, the comings and goings of wolves, yet he did not approach a single one—what grounds did he have to do so now, his home no longer his to own?

Away from the valley, Alexander found himself deep within the glade. Absent in mind, he hardly knew where he was until the scream of a fox caught his attention, reminding him. Oh, he thought, then shrugged it off—it didn’t really matter where he was. All that mattered was that he keep moving, eyes staring blankly ahead.