Fox's Glade some tides don't turn, some things never come back

foxes were not easy things to hunt. easy to kill, but finding them proved a rich challenge for the drengr who meant to scorch away her excess energy.

having mentioned her interest in a longer foray to check the valley's defenses, akavir's call sparked her own: a message for @Sven and @Ujurak that she would be gone a time.

upon her return, a report would be given.

she caught eight of one vixen upon entering the shaded hollow, but offered no chase. indeed; attentions belonged to akavir. eivor approached at a jaunty strut in the graphite haze of cold skies, grey eyes warm with amusement. "you got away then?" she jested, coming to stand before the swiftcurrent leader she had never quite come to know in the ways she had wanted.