Blackfoot Forest love can be a liar

Blackfoot Forest - AW

Fox. It was all she could smell, all she could think. The forest was rife with them and their ear-grating cries -- it reeked of vulpine in every denomination: young male, female whelp, old crone, extremely smelly male. It was not the welcome party Starling expected, these flitty stupid creatures. Any chance she got, Starling hunched over and parked her rounded tush above the frozen earth to deposit a rank and steamy pool of urine over their various markings.

Being bitter was tiring work, and demanding. Starling considered herself highly deserving of a rest after her laborious challenges. Without any regard to the fleet of foxes that constantly whirled about her, Starling circled in the middle of a well-worth path. She circled and circled and circled and finally when her self-made bed was ruffled up to her liking she curled into a pleased ball, smack-dab in the middle of what was quite a busy game-trail.