Fox's Glade Only want to be a relief

“Guess you’ll have to see for yourself,” she'll tease, stretching into a rise.

A meal’s not forgotten, neither are anxious thoughts, but she would take Eshe’s company over another failed hunt and spiraling down every “what if” imaginable.

She steps over the reeds, figuring best how to lift them without damaging all her hard work. Gingerly she gathers several strands with her teeth, careful to elevate her head so they would not fall. Once satisfied with the grip she steers toward the medic with a low sway of tail.

“Wead da way!” she barks.