RE: There have been an unusual number of foxes being sighted around Relic Lore.
She coughed in her sleep, shifting from one side to another before finally lifting her head to search the darkness of her den. The stench of her mother and father had become to grow stale and yet Rory lingered within in, sleeping in her exact spot in case either one decided to return and give her the warmth and comfort she so desperately deserved. Since their disappearance the young Thanne had become skin and bone, her lithe frame seemed too small to keep her alive and yet she remained a sturdy and strong wolf with a determination that burned in her heart to show through her pale eyes. She was a fighter, had been since birth, and would remain as she aged; with or without her parents.
Her legs were stilts as she walked, the brightness of the sun warmed the sunken cavities of her body as she broke through the mouth of the den and settled to a shaky sit just outside of it. Since her parent's disappearance she had seen so few of her pack mates, in fact she could only recall the briefest of meetings with them and now they were but a memory. It seemed that she too had become but a memory to them. Being the only pup in the Caverns would usually have its perks and yet Rory found herself left out of so many events and meetings, as though she were forgotten with the absence of parents. She sighed and waited, for what she did not know, but she had known that eventually food would appear at the entrance and she could shake the weakness for one more day. After all this time she had yet to see the wolf who secretly fed her but she thanked them inwardly, wondering why they were so kind to take care of her when her mother did not even want her; what made this wolf so different?