Fox's Glade Whispered Secrets

As Kirain admired the glade, Winter’s Wake held grateful eyes over his companion. The nights he had taken without her had been hollow. For the first time since leaving his birthplace, his adventurous spirit rebelled against the thought of roaming stag. He was surprised at how often he thought of her, how eager he had been to return.

Though their bond may be new and small between just the two of them, he was beginning to notice a plant-like attachment taking root in his cold, cold heart.

When she looked to him, his expression softened from pensiveness to a winning smile. I knew you would see my vision, he said gladly. As for our neighbors, there is only one pack truly of any concern. The feral Bearclaws are extremely territorial. Likely because they have burdened themselves by walls. Such closed quarters breeds… paranoia in the mind. He seemed to be choosing a more polite turn of phrase for how he really felt.