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As the vixen tossed her head from side to side, trying to catch a glimpse of any obviously visibly prey to catch, her eyes spread wide in anticipation and hope, her ears shot back as the sound of sudden movement behind her caught her attention. Turning behind her, Ymir spotted Zyon, a fairly neutral behaved reynard, cantering up to her, his paws clashing with the frozen ground of the earth. Her glare in the distance changed into a warm tone of greeting as the familiar fox's face came closer and clearer into view. His words to her were barely audible. She had to turn her entire body towards him as he spoke in hopes that she could hear him a tad better. While he was a tad loud in volume, she was aging after all, and she was slightly becoming hard of hearing. She didn't let it blog her down though; she couldn't just sit and lie down just because she was having slight issues with hearing the world around her, right? She'd never given up in the past, and surely, she wouldn't plan on, let alone think of giving up now. Letting her thoughts drift away from her issues of her senses failing her at times, she let out a small grin at Zyon, before returning to her natural face of looking neutral, neither worried nor calm, neither angry nor upset. Her eyes kept contact with the reynard the entire time, never once daring to dart away.
"Oh, greetings, Zyon," she spoke in a rather chiming tone, "what brings you out here on such occasion? All the ruckus knock you out of your sleep?" As she spoke in a rather calm manner, she slowly eased her backside down on a patch of snow in that melting, crunchy stage. A few straw flakes of snow stuck to her fur, melting almost instantly against the heat of the reminiscence of what was left of her winter coat. "I can't personally blame you, all the commotion in the changing season, it's just got everyone on their toes in excitement and anticipation of the spring to come. It's rather hard to get a good night's shut-eye nowadays." She rolled her head back and let out a large, wide mouthed yawn, her jowls stretching to their full capacity and showing every tooth in her skull, tongue rolling off and drooping down. A loud whine like noise erupted from her mouth, breaking the silence of the tundra valley. Before she could comment on her sudden boom in volume, her jaws clamped shut with a clack of teeth clenching together, and she let out just the slightest snort in pure amusement. Looking back at Zyon, she tilted her head off kilter just the slightest, and one of her ears twitched just the tiniest bit, as she waited for a reply from the fox.
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Odin had began to relax, letting his muscles ease from their prior tension and allowing himself to take a large wiff of the early morning air. His ears twitched slightly at the sounds of birds beginning to rise into the sky from their slumber, as well as the occasional rustle of the new grass being shifted to and fro by the light breeze. Looking out and about the valley from his current position, Odin noticed a distant figure padding amongst the grass, almost bounding back to their homeland. He flinched in his stance when he saw the figure, now visibly a fox at this distance, take a divebomb of a fall into the dirt and kicking up a few patches of ground. His eyes widdened, as if trying to spot if the fox was alright, and upon seeing it rise back onto its paws from its tumble, he let himself ease back down from his state of alertness. It was at this point he averted his attention elsewhere; just another scout on night duty that simply tripped up and was heading back to camp, nothing of too much alarm. Let it be known he was extremely thankful for his position as a hunter and fighter; the last thing he would ever want to do was to pace around the valley's extremes and hike a leg to mark scent while trying to avoid distant danger. He had always thought to himself it would be much better, in his mind, to end up just going hunting off and on in the day and night, rather than half day shifts, and at least he wouldn't be alone looking at the fact that he had Zbigniew on his side during hunting shifts. Hopefully in time, too, more foxes would come to join his rank, and hopefully they wouldn't be as much of a spazzmastic bundle of energy like self proclaimed "Zbit." Sure it was nice to have someone enthusiastic to entertain him, but his constant jumpiness made hunting a bit of a difficult task at times.
Shrugging the thought off, his attention turned towards - you guessed it - Zbigniew, jumping and hurdling himself about on a distant boulder. Odin let out a soft, barely audible chuckle of amusement, before shaking his head and letting out a gentle sigh. Zbigniew surely had the right intentions of being a social, bubbly fox, but Odin swore he could just be a bit overenthusiastic at times. Nonetheless, he still made good company, and at least provided somebody to chat with every once and a while. He had been around ever since Odin could remember, always there being his normal, extravagent self. As always, Zbigniew was trying to attract the attention of something, somewhere, though it wasn't clear what. Maybe it was the scout fox, now approaching camp, or maybe he was trying to get the attention of Odin. Whatever his intentions, it was working. It was working well enough that it was a sure fact that the rest of the skulk was going to be wide awake in the next few moments from his booming calls of distant greetings. Odin was sure he didn't want to be around when a grumpy group of foxes was loudly and abruptly awoken, so he began to slowly drift away from the ruckus and moved down the slopes; surely it wasn't too early for a morning hunt, was it?
Thank you for your welcome! I hope my character is accepted now that I've posted I think I recognise Meta from End It. Nice to see you again 
