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

the huntress looked up to face the ghoulish beast. he was draped in white with black smeared haphazardly around an unsettling vermillion gaze. blondine thought that he was quite ugly and would have said so, had she not known better. she figured that she wasn't in a place to judge, considering her own unattractive appearance.

yeah, i was, she sighed, i can get back to it. blondine sucked her teeth, silently swearing to dispatch the foxes that'd disturbed her nap. what're you doin' in the foxlands? ain't quite the ideal resting place, i'd think. the moon was high above them; both should have been at home, wherever home was, preparing to settle down.