Moonspear i pledge to thee'

fox were wily creatures. arcturus waited in the snow-studded loam, breath suspended.

and then a flash of red with cream white undersides -- desdemona was off, the crunch of paws sending snow and pebbles scattering. a blur of autumnal fire and he was sure she had gotten it - only to see her jaws empty.

no matter. the hunt had more failures than successes, any accomplished tracker knew such. arcturus gave chase, coming in along the reeds so as to prevent the fox from quickly spinning off in a different direction.