The vixen stretched as she finally left her den. The day was advancing quick, and she had yet to take advantage of that.

Her little paws skirted across the top of the snow as she ventured out into the tundra. Perhaps it would be dangerous for her to go alone, but she was a capable vixen— she could handle herself. She could always hide in the snow if anything tried to get her... though the snow was few and far between in the Summer months, as it was.

Minerva's brown summer coat gave her the advantage of blending into patches where the snow was fully melted. The day felt warm enough, at least for her territory.

Her eyes gazed over the brush, seeking something to eat.

Hawley | Trader/Farmer | Mentions: Open

Skittering along the desert dunes, the swift fox made their way to their special, super secret farm! They slowed as they approached, careful not to destroy their precious crop.

Climbing carefully, Hawley came to the top of the long-abandoned fencepost that rested near her plants. They snatched a prickly-pear from one of their cacti, dropping down to the dirt to dig into the fruit ferociously. It made a splendid meal, thank goodness they were ripe!

It would be time to harvest them and make trade for them among the skulks soon, they determined, licking the juice off of their maw.