Bearclaw Valley If you knew time as well as I do, you wouldn't talk about wasting it

The foxlike woman prances through the valley, unsure of what to do. While most of her free time has been spent endlessly tending to the injury she sustained to her head. She’s going to make damn sure it doesn’t fucking scar and if it does she’ll find that woman and fuck her face up ten times as bad. Still, though it’s enough to sour her mood when she thinks about it, she still wanders in search of entertainment. 

And look who she finds! Their beautiful black and red leader. A smile curves her lips up as she approaches the other woman in a light, airy trot. 

“Ariel,” She greets softly. “how are you? Has everything finally settled in the valley once more?” She hums inquisitively, almost in a cheery way. 

Then she looks down at her work on the bark and lights up further. “Ooh, what’s that?”