"Rabbit! Rabbit! Rabbit!"

It went on… and on…. and on.

Sacre grimaced. If it wasn’t rabbit it was squirrel or mouse. It stimulated a feeling of exhilaration that sometimes ended in satisfied joy or woeful disappointment. At first, Sacre had been amazed, then quietly bemused until finally it became an annoying sound repeating itself in his head and it all stemmed from one creature. A fox to be exact, a one tailed one though it was best not to tell him that and save oneself from the dirty looks of pure disgust. Inari had a problem and that problem was his obsessive need to tell Sacre everything which made the mind of the young stallion rather busy making him seem rather preoccupied of late. Which, he was not at all. The world seemed to be suffering a pause and in it, not much had happened so far. So it was with great exuberance that Sacre set off north to travel to the Secret Grove on patrol duty, as the explorer in him was already beginning to nag from impatience. 

"Inari" he complained and the fox shot back an apologetic glance, realizing he’d done it again without meaning to. Sacre sighed and offered him a crooked smile, not managing to stay annoyed for very long at his vulpine friend who was now watching Ríona play in a clump of grass. Spring had arrived in abundance and both his companions danced in the new life with joyous leaps.  

It took a while to reach the Secret Grove that laid some ways north of the Dragons Throat, his trusty key tied into his long dark mane now bounced along his neck as he picked up into a trot and journeyed ever closer to his destination. The trail took him near the Worlds Edge, a place he still felt uneasy going near, he knew better to not hold grudges, but the past was a tenacious devil that lingered like a cold. If perhaps he had been older then the whole experience would haunt him less, but his young foal mind at the time had gone wild in fear whilst he had been far away from his family, taken by force to a stranger’s home.

He pushed on by; ignoring the way the land curved upwards towards the Edge and focussed his mind on heading to the Grove.

Time passed and he finally arrived to his assigned area when the sun had not quite reached midday, but the sky was clear apart from one or two fluffy white clouds. It was a pretty place, with willow trees and a pool, an area for peace and, once not so long ago, romance. Sacre never travelled to it often and rather regretted not doing so, it was quite nice to stand amongst the willow trees and do nothing for a while. Yet, he wasn’t here for that.

He set out on patrol of the vicinity, with two bright-eyed foxes in tow and looked for his fellow Throaters who were also assigned to the peaceful looking Secret Grove.