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     Due to the nature of his employment in life, Clover had come to understand the rules of various card games. He wasn't particularly good at many of them, but knew enough to hold his own.      And having grown just slightly bored, asked Pepper if she knew who to play Cribbage. When she had said no, asked if she was willing to learn.      She had merely shr...

Clover didn’t like Johnathan. A fact he found disappointing, as Johnathan was a handsome fox, and he very well might have pursued him, had it not been for his personality. He found him rude and uncaring of the individuals around him. He once asked Pepper why she tolerated him, and all she had to offer was a shrug. ...

“God dammit, Clover, what in tarnation makes you think you can control Paprika’s schedule like that?” Clover frowned. Habanero rarely listened to him and today seemed like no exception. He pointedly slapped a wet rag onto the countertop and began...

 Wind Valley, quite the dreary place once the extravagance of rolling meadows and sparkling ponds wore off. It was good for a trip, there was no point in really staying too long. There was the Hidden Garden a good deal away from here which had seen a comparable uptick in fabric tourists as of late, but that was more of a meeting place, not really worth the few nights stay foxes visiting Wind Valley came there for. Hi...