Fox's Glade and who shall wear the starry crown?

That he did not wander those woods alone was not something to immediately strike him. His senses were overwhelmed by the musk of the foxes that inhabit the area, drowning him in an odour that taunted him. Only moments prior to a feminine voice reaching his ears did he realise that more scents were there to be found, mixed within that of the vulpine. The discovery of their scents was then followed by visual confirmation, although he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

Kove stared from the shadows for an extra long minute or so, wondering if he was seeing correctly. But when she did not disappear and her face did not morph into someone else, he was convinced—he knew this girl, her face burned into his brain. “Maegi,” he said first, revealing himself as he tore away from the darkness. “Look at how you’ve grown.” He noticed the child, who he assumed was her own. Had it really been that long, that his young apprentice could bear her own offspring? It seemed surreal.