Fox's Glade thank goodness

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lolll he'll be a cameo until, if, she finds him. he's just chilling.

daylight had rolled around. once he'd shaken off the badger wounds, now merely scabs across groggy features, he lay sprawled upon his back from a fresh carcass kill of a small roe deer. 

clearly, his instincts weren't worried— vultures had already tried to test him. a few snaps of his raging jaw had sent them scared straight. though, the eagle that landed with yellow claws that had a glossy tone to them were able to slip by. 

he didn't need more scratch marks. 

as the sun rose and rose, he basked in the warmth. his winter coat had fully grown in, shaping him to be the beast of winter. the snow felt good upon his layer of fat, heat-like steam coming from his nostrils. 

the same could be said for the deer that wafted through the air of the valley to any wandering stranger.

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