Just like the patches of soft baby-fur had been shed from her back and thighs, the russet leaves from the trees began to fall off the tallest branches, leaving the trees partially naked, but still as mighty and imposing as ever. Until now, her favotite thing about autumn was the loud crunch the leaves made when her foot crashed against them.
As she was trotting through the flatlands, the charcoal colored girl noticed movement in the waves of the orange sea of leaves, funny enough the moving creature was also drapped in a flaming coat that resembled the one of the, so beloved, Alpha --Fox. It was clear to the eye why she had been named that way,the resemblance was uncanny or her parent's creativity wasn't outstanding..
Anyways, the yearling turned her head towards the little critter, "Hello little thing" she called out, her tail wagging in a friendly manner.
