Rising Sun Valley too metal

@Apollyon, maybe?

Fiona strayed from the hollow for a spell, finding time to reunite with Prowler for a time. The young racoon had been more than thrilled to see her, and the witch had shared with the bandit a kill of rabbit she had made that afternoon. After parting ways, she had heard a sound that piqued her interest. An open call from a suitor. She snorted at his audacity, but she could not contain her curiosity.

However, when she arrived, he was nowhere to be found. All that remained were two scent trails: one from a pack wolf and another who appeared to be alone. Perhaps he was looking for something Fiona couldn't provide; perhaps he was like Anselm.