Fox's Glade every day, cry out for the pain

the fox's in this glade were not what she wished to hunt.

instead she wished to show him to the nearby deer herd. one that did not seem threatened by the small presence of kvarsheim.

perhaps because her mother had taught her the methods, perhaps because of the great consideration they took to them.

she knew where to find the signs of them. where antlers had rubbed on trees or where tracks seemed to weave the most. this she wished to show and share with him now.

kindly she gestured towards the bark of a near tree.