Meanwhile, far away from Renjiro's mountain stronghold...
Elder Hosini and the young, pretty Foxfolk woman, Mirya, were each riding swiftly on the back of a large, sure-footed fox.
These weren't ordinary animals; much like the wolf-people had their wolf companions, the Foxfolk shared a deep, natural bond with the large foxes of the region, using them as loyal mounts and partners.
Being Foxfolk themselves, Hosini and Mirya could communicate easily with their vulpine steeds, guiding them silently through the wilderness.
Mirya spoke first, breaking the silence as they rode, her voice smooth and measured. "Elder Hosini, given everything... perhaps you should seriously consider relocating your tribe entirely."
"Yes, Your Highness! I agree!" Elder Hosini nodded vigorously, his whiskered face grim. He couldn't help but sigh, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought back to their recent encounters.
