all my dreamers put your hands in the skin

The graceful maiden hopped across the mountain rocks that morning, her silver banner sailing behind her. Her willowy muscles pulled easily as she leapt about, a smile on her face. It was a lovely day. The woman had recently gone to visit a friend, and his new home seemed to be a nice place. She was filled with hope now, imagining her future there. Maybe she could join. Maybe she could always be with Dart. Such thoughts were childish, of course, but she wouldn't deny herself the pleasure of just imagining it.

Her back would curve in one fluid motion as she jumped off a boulder and her dainty paws struck the ground. Kitsune had landed in front of a large cavern, and the moist air seemed to beckon her inside. After all, the little fox had been traveling all day. Some time in the shade couldn't hurt. So she trotted warily inside, nose and ears twitching, her vibrant grey eyes moving carefully about. She was just about to decide that the coast was clear when a yip echoed throughout the cavern. Kitsune froze, waiting for another sound. The shout came shortly after, a loud "Hellooo" in a masculine voice. She darted into the cover of the shadows as a large wolf came lumbering by, and she could feel the hairs on her tail standing on end. But he seemed friendly enough... and if he was looking for company... it would be rude of her to ignore him, right? The last thing Kitsune wanted to be was rude. She had been raised to be a lady.

So the little creature crept out of the darkness, wobbling only slightly as she stepped into view. She gave a polite bow and smiled at the man, her voice showing more confidence than she felt. "Good day, sir," she greeted quietly, letting her voluminous tail sway behind her. "My name is Kitsune. What brings you here?"