skill: blabbermouth 1/5

The seasons were shifting; fall was officially upon them. The afternoons often brought a cooler wind that faded into nights where it was a convenient excuse to snuggle down with one you cared for. As it was, Fox had a much more important reason to be thinking about the seasons and temperatures - he had five fresh reasons. He'd left the den when Aisling had brought Mariposa and Montrose to see their....Aunts and Uncles. Who were younger than them. Age was strange. After all, he had news to share. So he cut his path towards the Vale after kissing Fable's forehead, and then each of the puppies, and then Aisling's, and then the twins in turn.

It took a long time to say his goodbye's to everyone.

The Kali male had every intention to be home in a couple hours, maybe with some kind of fresh meal for his wife, because the further his paws took him from the den the more he just wanted to turn around and go right back. Somehow it almost felt wrong to be telling anyone other than his Mothers, Epona, and Alistair first, Shiloh was Fable's brother. And sometimes he was scary. But the Lion had not slain him yet, instead, they had brokered some sort of peace and camaraderie in light of their feelings towards.....a certain other male in Talamh. Even though there had been some friction given that Tiberii had not also been stolen to Talamh.

Now though, as his gaze rose to the heights of the mountains that towered over the Vale, it was different. Foxglove could ramble and rave, but all he wanted to do was scale his way to the peak so that he could shout their good news to the world itself. He was content enough to at least howl for Shiloh directly rather than rush up to Frostfang's mountain. He would have been miserable in the cold at the peak while he proclaimed to the world his joy - and it would be worth it. He would be overjoyed for it. First, though, was breaking the news to the closest family member Fable had beyond their Blushed Meadows.