Dragoncrest Cliffs I'll get it figured out on the sidelines, just you wait

Astera had been looking for ways to make up to Tousaint. Feelings had been hurt, over a simple fox tail. She had allowed hatred to form between the younger pups, never again. In her mouth, a raspberry, plucked carefully from a bush. In the marsh, she spotted a small shape. Was it a fox? No, not stealthy enough. She called out into the evening. Tousaint?