Raven was less then pleased with this situation. Her family knew food was scarce so they had certain alliances with other foxes pairing off members to not only ease the burden of hunting in their own land but to form alliances with other groups. She grew up with it and was expecting it as she had been plied with glittering gifts that now adorned her legs and paws. She also knew she couldn’t fight it as she would end up banished or even attacked by her own family. Tapping her toes she was working on a plan to escape from her ‘destined’ mate who she was going to meet. She had a chance to learn a few things about him. For starters he had actually killed another fox who was to be his mate but who displeased him in some way. She was sure some of it was exaggerated somewhat as there were different versions of the story. The only thing that was all the same across the stories was when the male had dipped his jaws and snapped the other fox’s neck ripping out the other fox’s throat making a mess of blood staining the murderous fox’s white coat red. She knew her betrothed was a violent fox who ruled his small territory with blood and cruelty. If she was late then there would be a cost to her family perhaps? Did she even care anymore given they were passing her off like a slaughtered deer? Honestly Raven gave up caring if anything happened to her family. Her goal was going to be survival. Starring ahead she saw a path through the meadow leading to a deeply shaded wood that wound itself around a mountain. She knew that not all of it belonged to Ivan but right now it was a rather imposing sight? Perhaps she could manipulate Ivan from behind the scenes? No that was foolish having a mad fox could snap back and bite her. The first plan was better. She plodded along with a single escort. A cousin or something. She didn't care. The sooner she found a way to ditch the guard the better.
