Sleepy Fox Hollow potage.

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As it was her custom to feed herself when in the care of a pack, rather than take from their stores, Stryx had left the fringe of Sagtannet's claim in order to peruse the surrounding territories. The mountains proved fruitless for her; they were difficult for her to navigate and dangerous too, so she headed down in to the middle of the range, where the mountains plateaued and became a rolling valley of green. It took a few hours longer than it should have, but Stryx was taking her time and enjoying the change in the scenery. She had left @Conquest with the wolves of the mountains (presuming @Praimfaya would keep an eye out).

While it was a bright summer day and the sun had risen to its apex in the middle of the sky, it was not as hot as Stryx expected. There were many layers of graduation to the terrain as she descended to the valley below, and coupling that with the density of the trees, she was quite content. Dust motes rose through shafts of light as she moseyed; she thought on more than one occasion that she smelled fox, but gave up that chase when something small scrambled up a tree trunk and perched over her head — a fat red-furred squirrel, which proceeded to shriek down at her.