#COSODnD In chill air of the early morning you watch the townsfolk begin their day, tending cattle and setting about chores. You stand in the brush at the north end of town, hidden from their sight. You'd ruin the day of anyone who saw you; they take your foxlike appearance as a bad omen, even as they know you stand between them and the dangers of the wilds. You turn to leave.
A twinge in your whiskers tells you something is wrong...