Fox's Glade there are no pinboards in the forest

im taking it!

even as summer came to an end, and the flowers prepared for autumn dormancy, rosewood held out hope that the storms would bring enough water for one last big bloom. he didn’t know that too much water could kill the plants, but that bit of ignorance was probably for the best.

rose passed the easthollow border that morning intending to visit the meadow for another foraging trip. the storms were still going by the time he found the perfect spot, so he decided to sit and wait for some calm.

checking for hiding spots, he noticed a strange animal lounging beneath a nearby tree. intrigued, rose approached with a friendly chuff, wondering how this stranger might respond.