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In-between hunting, the knight patrolled the borders, marking the barriers with his scent and reinforcing them. Mordred trotted alongside the sands, his pawprints disappearing as the waves swallowed them up steadily. Sir Mordred continued his duties, stopping to mark here and there, sniffing spots to check for intruders of any kind. For the moment it seemed all clear. That was until he saw the fox.

She did not seem like a dangerous vulpine, then again, it was close to winter and who knows what foxes were plotting to do. But he trusted that he could put her down if she did pose a threat, and for now he would great her cordially. "Well met, vulpine."