a moss-covered mound on a high hill, flowers blooming across it. A large, scarred fox sits with quiet dignity, his gray-orange fur catching the last light. His torn tail curls around his paws. The left side of his face shows that brutal eye scar, but his right eye looks out over a vast, dark forest below. In the distance, tiny lights—fireflies or perhaps the eyes of his subjects—dot the shadows. The sky is deep purple fading to black. See more