Hope - Haven Vixen |work|

is the one who runs. She is clever, not cruel. She knows every shadowed path, every escape route, every lie she had to tell to stay alive. She has been called cunning because she learned early that softness invites teeth. Her fur is the color of rust and ember—beautiful, but not ornamental. It is camouflage.

If you ever find yourself at , look for the vixen. She’ll be the one napping in the sunbeam, one eye open, tail curled around the very thing she once feared to want: a place to call home. hope haven vixen