Fireside Fables (Guild-Exclusive)
Smells Like: S'mores melting over a campfire, bewitching spices and smoky sandalwood.
The wind howls outside, shaking the cottage windows, but inside the Foxes' home, the kits have eyes only for their father. He sits beside the crackling fire, his eyes aglow in its golden light, a mischievous smile upon his lips.
He begins his tale, a story of dark paths and cold whispers in the lonely woods. The kits shiver and grow closer, eyes wide.
The sparks rise with their father's words, leaving them enraptured as the hour grows late. This tale will not be forgotten.