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She trotted with complete lack of purpose, her tail swishing and her ears swaying back and forth as her head dipped to either side. Her coat was beginning to lighten for winter, the red 'flowers' as she called them fading, dying; the grey became white, the blue changing from a deep navy to more like the sky. By the time snow began to fall, it would be paler still, pastel even. But it wasn't there yet. The vines winding up her legs would not change, though. They simply lost their beautiful red buds. She did not mind; truth be told, she favored her winter coat, the thicker arctic fur known for her breed, as she favored the cooler weather it accompanied. But as with the flowers on her fur, she did mourn the loss of wildflowers as the weather turned.

And then a sound sent her nearly tripping over herself. It was a call that only a fox could make. A sharp yelping bark of sorts, not that of those domesticate wolves the two legs called dogs, although it was more similar to them than the actual wolves. There was pain lanced through it and it lassoed her very instincts, summoned her in a way she had no chance of fighting. Her legs began to move without her consent.

She broke through the foliage around her, she tumbled once more, rolling until her light fur was dusted with brown dirt, making her closer in color to the two females before her. There was the red one, her pelt like a small blaze in the clearing. Her very presence was somehow warming despite the sorrow painted on her face. The other was older, black and brown, concern coming off her in waves. Juni could smell the sadness in the clearing, it nearly drowned her. Her mind swirled, dizzy, as she stood and shook her coat off, revealing its true color. Grey fur lifted into the air around her, shedding more of the summer coat in favor of its lighter side. She coughed a little as she inhaled the dust and fur cloud before it settled on the ground around her. Her anxiety, her deep shyness, set in like a punch in the gut as she choked on her attempt to greet them, instead dipping her head in a salutary nod.

Character Profile #9d0000

Blue paws made no imprint, no sound, as they trotted across the ground. Yellow and orange leaves bent but did not break under the tiny creature. His ears flipped around, taking in the sounds of the forest; goose crowed above as they traveled south to flee the onset of cold. Squirrels frantically gathered the last of their winter food, shoving acorns and the like into their cheeks as food was growing more scarce. To be true, he was saddened by the loss of the season of berries... there were still some in bloom but with every day drawing closer to winter, their numbers grew smaller. The season of true hunting was arriving. Soon, the only thing to do would be to search for mice and bugs sheltered in the trees.

Or steal. He was ever so fond of stealing. The rope that hung around his neck, baring his treasured gold paw, proved this more than anything else. It was the first thing he ever stole. He was nearly caught, a burly human chased him with a huge knife, but he managed to escape just as the knife was coming down, slipping between roots into an abandoned rabbit den. The tiny red gem claws of the necklace glittered in the sun now as it bounced against his chest. Many other items had come through his paws, but most had been long traded. Being the smallest predator in the forest did not come easily and he often traded his belongings for safety. But this necklace, it would never leave him.

His thoughts were interrupted by an awful keening scream, a fox in the distance. His curiosity peaked, he'd met foxes before occasionally but usually interacted with wolves, who could provide better protection against larger predators and humans. But maybe if this fox needed help, there would be something in it for him? Besides, it never hurt to have an extra friend. With a nod to himself, he headed in that direction.

When he arrived, he saw he was not the only one to appear. It was a summons, not a cry for help. Two females and a male whose pelts reminded him of autumn, a pale female who could only be an arctic fox, and a dark male with frosty white markings. All were larger than him except the arctic. She seemed unnaturally small. He crept forward, making himself noticeable but skirting the edges so as to make a swift escape if need be. While the others spoke, he remained silent, learning instead what the others had to say first.