Soggy Underpaw -Open-

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Lomasi padded threw the forest of Oaks Wreath. She had been in these woods for a few days. Lomasi was beginning to get a lot mire used to all the trees that where around her. So many things lived in these woods. Though, this was where one of the fox clans lived. Lomasi was couriouse about them, how they lived. What made them different from her, aside from the fact that she lived alone, and they lived in a group, sort of. To the small Arctic Fox, the forest just seemed, alive, with all the small creatures that lived in it. From bugs, to things that where much bigger then Lomasi was.

The tiny fox continued to walk. There was still so much of this place she had not even set a single paw in yet. And Lomasi was going to look at everything that this place had for her to look at. Not even another fix was going to stop her from looking threw here. Well, just maybe another fox could probably stop her whenever they wanted. She is a lot smaller then just about any fox that lives around here. So, she needs to be careful of who she runs into. Some foxes where probably ok to talk and interact with, but others may not be.

As Lomasi walked, the trees began to start thinning out. Letting more and more light come in from between each leaf, shining through the canopy of branches. Lomasi wondered how far she had been walking. She could tell that she was starting to leave the forest. A dried water bed came into sight. The trees where very thin know, though, there where still enough, for the ground to be shadowed and beginning to get cooler, and cooler underfoot as she walk. Even though it was getting more sun, the ground was not getting warmer, actually it was getting colder. Lomasi looked couriosly up at the sky, the sun was still high and shining with only a few clouds to stray over it.

Lomasi didn't stop, she just kept walking. She had plenty of time before the sun whent down. Lomasi would probably turn back and go back to the forest to set up her temperay camp. There where bushes she could burrow under. Normally, being an Arctic Fox, she would burrow into the snow to make a nest, but there was not even close to being any snow on the ground. Lomasi didn't even notice that the ground under her paws was beginning to get soggy and wet. Her paws became cold and damp. Lomasi didn't stop, she did, turn around and start heading back, but, she had walked so far in the marsh, she didn't know how long it would take her to get back to the Oaks Wreath.

[Concerto]

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[atrb=background,http://oi46.tinypic.com/9kt8op.jpg] With a fierce gurgle, Concerto's stomach once again protested its mistreatment. Unable to do anything about it, the red fox plowed on, singing random notes to keep his voice limber. It had been days since he had properly spoken to anybody, and it wouldn't do him any good to come across an audience if he couldn't sing a note. However, despite the cheerful sound he was making, his mind was seething. Not eating, having to rely on others for scraps, wandering and wandering and wandering... is this really how I should be living? It wasn't the first time he had had these thoughts, nor were these the most vicious thoughts he had come up with, but they stung none-the-less. Being a fox whose first priority was intelligence, Concerto was unfortunately lacking in the department of strength and hunting. This left him in more than one desperate situation, this particular one being one of the least of them. And of course I've ended up in the Wetlands... Concerto attempted to lick the mud and damp away from one of his paws, but gave up after observing the mucky plain before him, They'll only get muddy again anyways... Gruuuuuu... Another moan from his stomach. Pinning his ears to his head, Concerto stalked on, singing a few more notes, these a bit lower than the last. His eyes flicked down to the muddy mess that was his paws, and he scowled. Why me..? He flicked his eyes up for a second, then returned them to his paws, then back up again with a start. Another fox-! Concerto sang a few more notes, louder, this time, and stepped quietly forward. An audience! was his first thought, quickly followed by, I wonder if they've got anything to eat..? When at last Concerto came close the other wolf, he paused to observe her for a moment, taking in the color of her fur and the way that she looked as though she knew where she was going. He thought for a moment, then, quickening his step to keep pace with the other fox, sang quietly. "Little white fox To where are you going? You seem to know so well~ Little white fox What do you seek? Your walk suggests you know~ Have you got the time, dear miss, It's only but a moment, To listen to the singing Of the travelling Concerto?"