Chestnut stalked around the skull den, her dark orange red, almost brown-ish fur seemed to be the color of mud in the dark den. “They’ should be back by now! They’ve been gone for hours!”

Fern sighed, resting her head on her pale paws as she laid right outside the den entrance. “This is (y/n) we’re talking about, this isn’t the first time.”

“Bah!” Vortex yipped, scowling. “Still! I’ll tear their fur from their skin if they comes back wounded again!” The bright red and black fox growled; barking as he trotted away, pissed.

The rest of the skulk were either patrolling the territory, or inside caring for any kits.