Totoka River un zorro rojo juguetón

i can change if u dont wanna fight, run, or spar! c;

Having left the river, Tethys was using the forest's shadows to her advantage. There was so much to explore in and around the sound, and Tethys often made regular outings to these outlying territories. Today, she had left early at dawn, where Nishu was still asleep, and slipped from the pack borders. Her body enjoyed the cool swim upstream in the Totoka, and she had taken a detour into the misty wood. It reminded her so much of her homeland- with the plentiful water and rainforest pines, sequoias, and ash. Slinking through here was like wearing an old glove.

Her paw froze in mid-step as Tethys' cerulean pools glanced sharply upwards. The wolf had been doubling back to the stream when she spotted the bright orange color of a fox, standing out through the mossy foreground. Initially, Tethys was startled. She wasn't expecting the fox to just be sitting there, for animals usually always fled when they even scented wolf. Perhaps she had been moving too stealthily through the forest, but the fox seemed frozen on her perch above the river. Maybe she was lost in thought? Good enough for the raven female. She despised the creatures- remembering the first time she had seen a fox. Her cousin had killed one that had raided a pack carcass, and there the uncultured hate began. Even more, Caiaphas had mentioned a fox hanging around Ankyra- perhaps this female was the one.

A slow grin crept onto Tethys' lips as she stalked forward, belly low to the ground. When she passed several trunks, the female slid to a halt and wriggled her haunches. She was a mere flash of night against the forest backdrop as Tethys sprung with parted jaws, paws tucked close to her chest.