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Silence is golden, no sounds are in sight, Nothing is heard, that sheds any light; Motion winds down, and quiet draws near, Listen to stillness, then watch dreams appear.

      The beautiful female fox came with a belly heavy with kits on a chilly morning shrouded in fog. They found her collapsed just inside their borders, exhaustion and desperation lined in the torn up grass and the scratches in the dirt around her. She was carried to the camp upon the backs of the scouts, moaning weakly, crying something incomprehensible, for her speech was too slurred. They had to help her, cried their leader, Night Runner. No felsdar in need could be turned away at the Tribe of Cascading Falls. But despite this, Night still had her suspicions - what was an Arctic felsdar doing so far south, especially while so far along in