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Post by achromatic on Aug 1, 2022 16:52:18 GMT -5
Bermondsey could smell it. The scent was faint, but he could always remember it, the heady, damp scent of a fox. His nose wrinkled at it. He wasn't afraid of them despite the danger they posed, but gods did they stink. He had heard enough from Charlotte about how many herbs they rendered unusable due to their piss, and they were a menace overall. On his own, he simply thought they were a menace.
He was also, however, a father now. That meant that the fox was not only a wasteful distraction, it was a danger to his young, and Bermondsey was by all means, the type of cat who prowled around his young like a feral creature. Anything that threatened his kits needed to be put down permanently.
The scent was leading deeper into the marshes; he stalked forward, green eyes blazing as he moved deeper into the forest.
