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

Tiredness gripped her ever fiber, wishing so desperately to go find somewhere to curl up for a nap. While her family talked she blankly took in their surroundings almost as though she were sleeping walking. Although when her mother's tone grew sharp she seemed to blink some consciousness into her mind. Eventually things unfolded in an interesting way.

There was a man. There was recognition between her mother and the man. Then introductions.

This man had been some sort of teacher to her mother, or so it seemed. Hi. She tiredly called out to the pale man. Kove? She thought that was the name that had been passed around. Her whip-like tail slowly swayed behind her ruddy form to show that despite her meekness, she was not unwelcoming of his presence.