Fox's Glade Whispered Secrets

A soft sigh escaped her at her companion’s words, a quiet relief washing over her, at least she wasn’t the only one who found them less than welcoming.

I… unfortunately, have learned that firsthand, she admitted, ears tilting back. I've had several run-ins with Bearclaw, and they’re frighteningly territorial. They seem to think this entire valley belongs to them. Every time we cross paths, they chase me off almost immediately. She exhaled, a flicker of unease shadowing her features. I worry about having them as neighbors. There’s bound to be tension. I haven’t met any of the other packs yet, but after what I’ve experienced, I can’t help feeling on edge.

Kirain’s gaze drifted back across the glade, her expression tinged with sadness. I like to think I’m no coward, she murmured, but we’re only two. And they don’t tolerate outsiders at all. Her voice softened, her tail dipping low in quiet resignation. I want a home, not a warzone.