I remember running under moonlit canopy through the trees. The grass was soft and new under my feet. His scent strong in the air. I hunted with a smile upon my lips. To catch my brothers and sisters.. to be both the hunter and hunted in turn.. it was thrilling. How I miss those times. Out in the cool, clear night air with them. Touching a long silent and more primal part of my soul. *grins and chuckles softly* I was the kitsu.. the fox. And I was free. I was... wyld. What would you go wyld for?