ACE, the Helpful Place

Ace was near the maw, both of the fox kits at his side as they passed the place where Ruina once stood. Where he had found the kits. They were on the trail of a small herd of deer, Ace taking it upon himself to keep tabs on any nearby herds so that he could inform the hunters...even though he didn't know any of the hunters in Abaven yet, he could at least let Shaye or Rhyme know so they could pass the message on. Halfway through tracking them, however, a howl caught his attention. He stopped and listened until it died away. It sounded lonely. Haunting. It tugged at his soul, for it was a howl that he wanted to cry many times over. The fox kits glanced at each other and then glanced at Ace, and in a single motion all three decided to investigate. He was glad now that the kits were nearing six months of age. It made it a lot easier to travel with them since they were able to keep up a lot better.

Ace kept alert as he moved towards the base of the maw. He wasn't sure if coyotes or other hungry predators were lingering around. He soon caught the scent trail of another, but not anyone he knew. Curious and with a bit of apprehension, he continued to follow the trail until he saw him. A male close to his age it seemed, sitting all alone. Ace watched him for a moment, crimson gaze studying his form. He didn't know who he was or why he was here, but perhaps he had been here to look for Ruina. And only found its skeleton. "Ruina is no more." He said simply. Softly. He stood a couple of yards from the stranger, the fox kits looking on between his legs.

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