Nightfall had come, it was a night yet again filled with rain. Vaeril, however, didn’t care about the weather. This time rain was a good thing, as Elven folk tended to stay inside their homes during nights like these. He preferred to walk around unnoticed in the village, it was safer. He had left the pack in the forest with some of his most trusted members, and Zephyr. As they had arrived at the village, the others had sneaked away into the shadows to look for food to bring home with them.
  Vaeril had told himself thousands of times that it wasn’t stealing, because they left gifts in return for what they took. And after some hundreds of years that they now had lived on Esera, some Elves had started to see it as an honor when a kitsune traded with them. Some Elves had even built them small temples and thought of them as divine creatures. He had thought it was funny when he had found out about it, but he also knew some hated them. They were nothing but thieves and strangers in this land, according to some. In reality, they had been invited here as refugees.
  He made sure to stay in the shadows while walking at the edge of the village, as a golden kitsune was something the Elves would notice, and he had Zephyr following him. His fur kept him warm in the rain, but the water made it harder to smell all the things he was looking for. The dirt under his paws filled his snoot, as he tried to feel everything around them. Always looking, as he didn’t trust strangers. He knew Zephyr, still behind him, was looking too, even if he hadn’t told him what they were searching for.
  As they walked past an area of forest behind a garden he could hear Zephyr’s voice behind him in a low whisper:
  “Egg.”
  Vaeril turned to look at him, and Zephyr stared into the garden with his snoot in the air, simply waiting for him to say something, to do something. He knew the black kitsune must be hungry. He couldn’t blame him for being tempted by some eggs, fresh eggs was always a nice snack. Vaeril took some steps closer, with his own snoot in the air, and yes, the eggs smelled fresh and nice. He also noticed that there weren’t any chickens. No chickens meant they wouldn’t scare the birds and could go unnoticed.
  Without a word, he just walked passed Zephyr and into the garden. Still kept to the shadows, but followed the scent. As he turned around the corner of the house he could see a small temple to the gods that the Elves of this house believed in. There were eggs there as an offering. Well, this time the gods were passing by to take the gifts. Vaeril didn’t hesitate as he took one and bit down. The eggshell cracked in his mouth and he could taste the raw egg, before he swallowed it down, shell and all. It was one of his favorite things to eat, but he preferred them warmer. These were cold from sitting out in the rain. He could hear Zephyr sneaking up behind him, and turned away from the eggs, showing him that he could take the rest. There were only two left anyway.