Sleepy Fox Hollow this love it is a burning sun

The first light of dawn barely brushed the sky, a soft hue of lavender spreading across the horizon. Elowen wandered through the thick underbrush, her paws barely making a sound as she moved. The cool morning air was crisp with the scent of pine and earth, each breath she took filled with the stillness of the waking forest.

There was a calm here, at this hour, before the world stirred into chaos. She felt it most deeply—this peace, this perfect quiet. She was a creature of both the forest and the dawn, the kind of creature that slipped through the shadows, a part of the world but always on the edge of it.

Her fur was dappled with the first light, each strand catching the glow of a sun still shy in the sky. The silence was broken only by the rustling of leaves as a bird flew low overhead.

Elowen sat at the edge of a small stream, watching as the water reflected the growing light. Her tail curled tightly around her legs, the softest sigh escaping her. The world felt like a quiet promise—if she stayed just long enough, it would never ask anything of her. It would only give.