Fox's Glade thonbluma

The boy had left the circle and into the nearby forest. Boughs overhead heavy with snow. The fox urine assailed his nose and the mad wailing throughout the tree put his hair on end. His ears folded to his head. The makings of a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He thought he heard something about a meadow past the glade. Although, it would have been the wrong season entirely to go visiting. He would have turned around had it not been for the faintest breeze. A different scent, barely discernible amongst that of fox. His head lifted, probing the air with his nose. Was someone else here?

Newfound curiosity, and lack of caution, Ujurak continued through the trees. Trying to track the owner of the foreign scent, he did little to conceal his approach. Was the scent stronger here? Recalling his misstep with the Riverclan girl, he paused. He didn't want to sneak up on them. Clearing his throat he called out, Is someone there?