Sleepy Fox Hollow Last long enough to go extinct,

He felt wyes upon him, but it didn't prickle him in unease so he deduced it must be wither raindrop or Anselm.

Title of head just to glance and he noted white pelage and then continued forward.

Upon the drop of kills to the cache. As he dug he sang a sea shanty. Voice mingling into the paw movements as he worked.

Once he was done. He found the nearest water source andcthough it was cold he plowed in. Head beneath for a moment and then he bowed to his elbows to try and splash water along ahoulders and neck where sticky blood and nastiness clung to the sandy fur there.