Rathli Bronzefur was walking down a path somewhat leisurely, his mental state was calm and sane, although, one wrong move could make him snap. He found himself approaching the southern lands, he smelt the air, a bird sung a sweet song.
Artimis Brightsong flicked his bushy tail and bent down lower in the branches. The sun shone down through the trees and filled him with a sense of warmth. He had been following this fox for about an hour now; ever since the fox walked by him it struck him as odd to see a fox in these lands. Especially so near Cantergrove, his village, which had been filled with squirrels for as long as he could remember. He jumped to another branch.