Fox's Glade Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true

he himself was unsure at the luck or curse of killing a bear in its den. hadn't his grandfather worshipped the beasts? would it bring bad luck?
he hadn't quite realized his own internal superstitions until this moment. but ancelin was responsive to the wants of his mate, and this moment was not different.
a bear slumbering.
instinct warred with rationale, with logic; in one motion it became both, something the rex could justify.
all his senses burned, and he pushed forward, holding aside hanging foliage which fell over the mouth of the bruin's den.