Sleepy Fox Hollow tiny tin feet on tiny tin soldiers

She came from the north, protected by the wind via the furs stretched across her back. Only one was her own, the thick, waterproof fur of a beaver slung across her shoulders, the rest were product.

May knew her job, knew what to do and how to do it and exactly when and where to say what she needed to. For that, she needed a base. A central location, with many wolves around but not too many in the place she wished to set up so she could keep her secrets.

The golden woman arrived on the borders with a polite expression already on her face, her body language loose and languid. She was not here to challenge, merely to see what was up. See if they wouldn’t mind her trading if she gave a cut to them. The winter sunlight warmed her pelts, keeping her quite toasty underneath them all, but she didn’t allow the almost uncomfortable heat to bother her. She just stood, for a time, before sending up a polite, business like howl.