Fox's Glade i'll tell you another secret i've been undermining

she grown embolden of late, often lingering on the outskirts of the valley in favor of the surrounding territories. there was a taste of freedom in the feral land, a wild and untamed air she sought to devour. here she could be as she desired, no eyes prying behind the veil that caressed her face. 

it was in favor of the glade that she took to slithering past the valley spikes and wandering from their trumpeting peril. 

she thought perhaps she might return with a new severed head to join amongst the many now on display. 

but what she found was nowt but an odd stench, one that left a tingle upon her spine. she followed it to the distant figure slumped against a tree, absinthe eyes burned with a feverish intrigue as she stood by to watch.