Fox's Glade chances

There was enough time for a detour before Bhediya would be expected back. The scouting profession that she'd (somewhat involuntarily) picked up had come to be enjoyable, feeling more like a hobby than a set of tasks. As she wandered into the Foxlands, she wondered why she hadn't started scouting earlier.

The foul stench of fox markings wafted into Bhediya's nose immediately after entering. Blech! she voiced. It took a moment to adjust, but the odor eventually became unnoticeable. Atop a boulder near to where she stood sat a pensive body, likely not interested in company. Bhediya didn't mind, though; she gave a soft chirp and waited for a reply.