Reynard was young and while he occasionally had delusions of knowing far more than he did, that didn't keep him from also enjoying said youth. From experiencing things for the first time and taking joy in even the most ordinary events.
There was a full moon tonight and the forest was almost as bright as in the day. He could almost understand the urge a wolf might have to howl at that moon, although he ultimately decided there were still far more graceful things to do. Like running through the forest, following trails only to abandon them in search of something new and finally stop at a clearing, rolling over on his back to look up at the sky.
He had nowhere to be and nothing to do and life was full of potential. It was no wonder he could barely hold still.
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There was a full moon tonight and the forest was almost as bright as in the day. He could almost understand the urge a wolf might have to howl at that moon, although he ultimately decided there were still far more graceful things to do. Like running through the forest, following trails only to abandon them in search of something new and finally stop at a clearing, rolling over on his back to look up at the sky.
He had nowhere to be and nothing to do and life was full of potential. It was no wonder he could barely hold still.