Fox's Glade Yer eyes- empty pacifics

navigating through the darkness & fog was child's play for her-- a thin blanket covered the glade, concealing it to all who weren't slick enough to navigate it. although this night she wasn't particuarly in search of anything, her boredom had left her wandering. the glade was relaxing to her-- quiet, isolated, there weren't many predators who came around or so she felt. there were territorial markings riddled all over the place-- sunday, honestly, couldn't stand the stench of it. ,,i understand why marks are important, but, god, i hate the smell...'' she spoke softly, her sister beside her, not wanting her voice to be heard by any others incase they were near. ,,can't they use like, lavender or something, instead?'' one of her ears pivoted downwards and to the left as the other perked itself upwards more, her speech riddled with chuckles.

her aimless wandering didn't really lead her anywhere substantial, the only nosies she could hear were the occassional pitter-patter of rodent paws on the ground; scurrying in various directions as they detected the presence of the pair of vixens. a slightly overcast sky coupled with the fog offered the two lovely cover, in the case they felt like hunting... not that they really needed it. lifting one of her paws slightly off of the ground, sunday playfully nipped at her sister's ear & gave her tail a slight wag. ,,what do you feel like doing, twos? it's pretty empty here.'' her head cocked to the left at the slightest angle as she inquired her sibling.