Fox's Glade over the rocky cliffs that you leave to peer over and not forget what feet are

dated for the 3rd. zephyr is in heat. only one other participant please <3 maybe @Ashlar?

he ventures further, out of the taiga now and into the valley he loathes so much. the memories are scarce and hazy, yet they linger, tangible enough to remind zephyr of his distaste for this place. enough to remember his birthplace. enough to know he doesn't want to go back there. so he wanders the glade instead, a wintry ghost trailing bright feverthreads of heat-scent like a beacon to any who might cross his path. by now he knows what this is — but it's far too late to care. so he doesn't. he simply pushes forward, driven by the need to reach some nameless goal he's certain he won't understand until all this is over.