Foxes in love

Ever since her father caught them together in the barracks she had been all the more eager to get out and explore away from the pack where there was less chance of Sirius' prying eyes. Luckily, or unluckily, the issue they ran into with their storage cellar had kept him mostly occupied and distracted so it hadn't come up again, but it hadn't really dulled her irritation at her father's response to catching them. Sure, she hadn't expected him to be happy about it and she had expected to be in trouble, but the only pointedly disapprove because it was with her and not because they were both too young rubbed her the wrong way. And who was he to say that she was too young anyway? They were enjoying themselves and even Marigold had agreed that there was little to no risk since they were both not to that "mature" age when she'd be in heat so... what was the problem?

She had made an active effort to put all those thoughts to the back of her might though as she walked out of the pack lands and started out on their scouting mission of sorts. She wasn't entirely sure what they were looking for, but right now the Armada was in need of pretty much everything. More herbs, more food, more furs... Whatever they came back with it was probably going to get put to good use. Neither of them were exactly hunters, but surely between the two of them they could manage and if they happened across somewhere with some decent herbs then she still had a vague memory of basic herbs to be able to identify them. She brought Marigold along with her though just in case since the antlered fox would be able to spot the good ones much faster than she could. As they reached the dip in the earth that seemed to be packed with plants it seemed like their exploring had decided what their focus today would be. Marigold ran ahead and Briar gave Artorias a grin, leaning in to kiss him softly before she went following after her companion.

"Briar Fatalis"