Concealed in the shadows, Ward made his way into the forest that surrounded his home. The moon shone down, illuminating the winding path in its silvery glow.
As he walked, the scent of pine and earth filled his nostrils, reminding him of the peace and quiet that could be found in this secluded place. He loved his clan, but he still savored these moments alone. The forest gave him peace.
Ward smiled faintly as the symphony of crickets, cicadas, and other insects filled the air, their chirping growing louder, almost as if they understood he needed to be distracted from his thoughts.
Nearby, the cry of a raven echoed through the air. Taking a quick glance around, he noticed a number of the birds perched on branches, observing him intently.
A small fox darted out from the underbrush, body submissive as it approached. Its fur glowed softly under the moonlight as it stopped a few feet away, first staring at the birds then at Ward, its eyes reflecting a cautious curiosity.
Odd.
Intrigued, Ward knelt down slowly, extending a hand toward the small creature. The fox, after another quick glance at the ravens, cautiously edged closer, its nose twitching as it sniffed his outstretched hand.
Giving a soft chuff, the fox seemed to accept him, coming forward to nuzzle against his palm, nervous. Something seem to be bother it.
“What troubles you, little one?” he asked gently.
The fox’s ears twitched, then it turned its head slightly toward the north before looking back at Ward. Understanding dawned on him—this was not just a chance encounter. There was a problem.
“Something is amiss deeper in his woods, yes? Is that why you seek me out? Okay, then.”
As Ward rose to his feet, the ravens took to the skies.
