Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

His ears fanned forward to listen, wondering what else she had to say. Curious too, if his name meant anything to her. It evidently did not — which was fine, but a little bit disheartening. One day his name would be whispered in the shadows and he would be a legend, or so he hoped.

Her advice was more... A spell. A soothsayer, this one? The corner of his lip quirked with a tiny smirk, but he nodded. Kapros thought himself wise enough to see through the gimmick of superstition but he also saw the value of faith; juxtaposed in his mind, he could respect some aspects of both.

I will invoke this if I find anything of note. You can appraise it! Ah, I have need of such a person also. Very good - very good! His tail waved, perhaps the first sign of proper happiness within Kapros in some time.

The fox did not matter now, he had found himself a fence to sort his loot!