She needed to be quicker; sneakier. Her ventures beyond the Aurora borders were always halted by either her mother or father, who could scale the mountain without making a single sound. Revon, unfortunately, was still clumsy as she grew into her long legs. Her oversized paws shuffled across the stone terrain, awkward and uncoordinated. Lighter, she thought to herself as she struggled to grasp the concept of walking on her toes and not the entire base of her paws.
What she needed was more practice—which was precisely why she was currently evading her parents. With a quick glance over her shoulder the girl disappeared into the mountain, her black tipped tail wagging gently behind her as excitement fuelled her steps. The morning glow of the sun helped mask her russet fur against the sea of gray—something she had learned early on. She longed for the same dark fur that adorned her father, for it would make nighttime adventures much easier, but the mountain princess would have to work with what was given to her. The red could be useful—she just had to figure out how.
Without hesitation she descended down the nature-made steps, curiosity fuelling her as she embraced the cooler air. Her father’s scent lingered in the damp air but it was stale, earning a sigh of relief from the little Archer. For now she was alone. Perfect. She hummed to herself as she approached the hidden lake, her tangerine eyes wide. She had never seen anything like it before. Hesitantly she reached forward and tapped the water with a forepaw, disrupting the mirror-like surface and earning a small, amused giggle from the fox.