On the northern border of Willow Ridge lays an era that is not run by the wolves of the Lore, rather it is owned by Red Foxes in the spring and summer months. Rolling hills hide a small pond that is fed by rain and snow run off, surrounded by fields of long grass and the occasional willow tree. The fields are dotted with burrows dug by generations of vixens bearing their children, raising them here in the spring and summer before abandoning them. It feels like an oasis when you are able to get it alone, and the dens can be used in the autumn and winter by wolves in need of shelter, but beware of protective mothers when it is kit season.
It was beginning to get dark, and Sephrina had come to realize that she wouldn’t be making it back by curfew. The girl had skipped her typical afternoon nap in order to enjoy the sunshine and milder weather that came with it, which meant she wasn’t in the territory now. Normally that wouldn’t matter, but her dad would definitely notice, and probably send someone else looking for her, that was why she usually waited to do her exploring until he left for the night and she could go in the opposite direction.
The almost teen had lost track of time, digging out abandoned fox dens and exploring them and the hills surrounding them. They seemed to be endless and every single one was different, they stunk pretty much the same, but they were a lot of fun to discover. It was also the perfect place to hide in case someone from the pack did come looking for her. Which was exactly what she planned to do. This was a cool place to be, and she would be in trouble when she got home so she was in no rush to get there.