Fox's Glade devil by the well

There she was with a duck's neck clamped between her teeth. She knew what came next and perhaps that's why there was some purpose in her step, an energetic glimmer in her eyes. Bearclaw was not too far now if her memory recalled the older male's instructions right. High stone walls, hard to miss.

Yet there he was. Not at Bearclaw waiting for her but out here in the glad. Her tail waved behind her with ease, a familiar comforting feeling swept over him. He was still here and she had returned. She offered a small boof with the duck still settled between her jaws. Perhaps it was not the most impressive duck but the pickings were slim with the rotation of seasons and she had brought him what he had wanted.