The day was nice as always, it wasn't sleeting, hailing, or raining which was great for Fiammetta. It was way too early to be freezing her ass off god knows where. That would be a downright horrible start to a lovely day though she knew how easy it was for a day to go from good to total shitstorm.

       She had had way too many incidents of wondering if hell had an exchange program.

       The hellion was on another patrol of the territory, once again getting bored only halfway in. She decided to have some fun and in a split second, she leaped up a tree trunk like a bat out of hell, or a fox. Whatever quibbles. She padded along the tree branches, looking from this new vantage point and seeing pretty much nothing interesting.

       Well at least until she spied a pretty-looking pelt below. A sly smile and then a cheshire grin split her face. Now this would be an interesting day and she could make a good impression on that girl.

       The fiery fox leaped from her branch and bounced off of the next tree trunk in front of the girl. She looked up and with a sly smile she said, "Hello, beautiful! You come here often?"

This first winter had been a wonderful season, the mostly pale frame moving along the snow carefully, in some spaces blending in quiet well. In others, the deep browns sticking out, Elias had no intention to hide... and at this rate of filling out, she might be difficult to stash away.

The flower litter had begun to grow quickly, and as their phase of lanky awkward teenagers began... Elias shot up like some of the others, but also began to fill out solidly. Sure, she'd never be a huge as Dad, but she certainly had a much wider frame then someone like Luna. They appeared the most similar pelt wise out of the bunch, but couldn't be anymore different in build.

Elias was content pondering over her siblings, wondering where they might be today, maybe even heading to seek on out. Or one of the other royal litter to tussle with. Some of them were pretty fun. Until someone fell out of a... tree.

Well she hadn't, she jumped, but she wasn't paying attention and she just looked like she flopped off a tree trunk by the time her pale gaze caught up to the fox. "Hello, beautiful! You come here often?" Her nose wrinkled as if she'd smelled something unpleasant, leaning away from the pint sized fox with a foot tucking upward toward her chest. "No shit. I live here." Uttered sharply.

"You know, probably isn't smart to fall out of trees... What are you. You're pewny."

Oh yeah, Elias didn't know what the fuck a fox was.

If I try to change my life one more day, there would be nobody else to save

 

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OOC:
Fiammetta has a New York accent, I don't make the rules. (Here's an idea of it)