Vex tossed a bundle of fabric at her face.
"Catch," he chirped.
Ren fumbled to grab it before it hit the wet ground. It was a large, oddly shaped piece of cloth made from raw sheep's wool. It wasn't quite a towel—it looked more like a sheep had exploded and someone had knitted the debris together—but it was dry and warm.
"Thanks," Ren muttered, wrapping the scratchy but cozy wool around her shivering body.
She looked over at the fox.
Vex was currently bent over behind one of the massive limestone rocks, rummaging through a chaotic pile of furs, dried herbs, shiny rocks, and stolen trinkets.
"I know it is here somewhere," Vex mumbled, tossing a jagged crystal over his shoulder.
Ren watched him, shaking her head.
'He is a hoarder,' she realized. 'A messy, disorganized hoarder. I bet he has hideouts like this all over the forest, just filled with junk he's too lazy to organize.'
