Felltree Marsh But the prince of any failing empire knows

For @Badlands if you want it! Otherwise all welcome! Loosely forward dated a couple days

Winter in this place was insufferable. Tybault trudged out beyond the borders in search of something Reverie had requested. She'd asked him to bring her a fox — a white fox. An albino, he figured, because he wasn't sure foxes came in any color but red. As if he could pull an albino fox out of his ass.

But it was what she wanted, so he began the search. He passed through the willow marsh into the ruins that marked the end of their claim, grumbling to himself all the while. He tested the air and the ground for scents as he walked. No sign of any fox yet. Just mud, mud, and... more mud.