Fox's Glade Time to play

It had been quiet when the rain settled in, no attacks, no deaths, prey spent more time hidden away but they too had to leave to eat eventually. It was almost as if the meaning of peace had been forgotten until all that was left had gone silent. Nevertheless, West was thankful for the change the rain gave. Everyone in Easthollow could use the quiet, though the rain was now growing old.

The woodland boy trudged along the borders of his home, wet, but for once not soaked straight to his bones. The water weighed his pelt down but it's something he had long since become accustomed to. It seemed that today too would be quiet until he skirted the edges of the nearby forest. A voice seemed to ring out past the trees, distant but present. Casting a glance to his surroundings, the boy found himself alone and thus turned to follow the mystery siren without a word.

It was pure curiosity that drew him forth, though as the singing became more clear along with the words he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. For a moment he nagged himself to turn back, but the thought was quickly shoved away as he traveled further, suddenly glad he had continued. It was her. Even in the dim light of the moon, he could tell. A snarl ripped from his throat as the fur along his neck and spine bristled. Did ya forget what happened last time you came near my home?