Magnolia got one taste of the outside world, one glimpse at freedom, and now she longed for it. As the young girl grew older, she grew bolder, meaner. Spite ran thick through her veins, a Fox through and through, and she was all too happy to punish others around her in attempts to get what she wanted. She pitched fits, she tried running, she fought, and when none of that worked or Saga scruffed her back to the den, she sulked. The time had yet to come where she could plan, or escape, but the anger was alive and well.

And she would use it.

It was hard to tell whether it was night or day, frankly, because it was always just red now, but her lack of tiredness and the adults bundling them in the den but not to the nest seemed to indicate close to but not quite bed-time. Why did it always seem to come before she was ready to close her eyes, when her paws still itched to run and explore and find things to get into? They were all forced to mill about, and while some, like sickly stupid Frigi, were already in the moss-lined corner of the den, Mags felt like the majority of them were still awake and in the den. Sure, Saga was crunching on a meal and focused on simply guarding the entrance of the den, but if it wasn't time for bed, why call them in?

Someone, obviously, didn't understand the wind-down-and-eat period before sleeping.

This someone grumbled unhappily and trotted off towards the aforementioned sleeping cubby that conveniently separated her from the vision of the adults; sniffed around until she was somewhere in the middle, circled, and lifted a leg to mark the nest. Yes, it was a spite pee, and also yes, it was also a claim of power. No, she did not care that her brother was already sleeping at a far corner of the nest, and that eventually he'd feel the damp soaking across.

Magnolia finished her tinkle and moved towards the opening that would take her back to the family.