Fox's Glade Time to play

For @West Tyree, although pups may come along too either to observe or have West defend.

Life was still, quiet. The persistent storms seemingly causing everyone to either flee the lowlands to higher ground or they had hunkered down, safe within their hollows and burrows. The mice did not stir, the rabbits, the birds... Rosina would be left to wonder if it would be the same for her neighbors.

The beautiful glen was just north of her home and just east of that lay the vast, open landscape of the Easthollow meadow. She danced along the edging between meadow and glen, looking out over the flatlands that were not waterlogged. In the distance, the rocky formations of boulders loomed.
Rosina wondered why the wolves had decided to live in such an open land. It left them exposed. Then again, it made getting to them without being seen just as tricky.

This night however, Rosina danced freely, happily, white tail waving up to the heavens. The sky was scattered with heavy cloud but this night the bright moon shown through, casting a glow over Easthollow's haven. The rain was light, a pitter patter on the long grasses around her as the little witch began to sing.