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A fox, apparently unafraid of other creatures, steps out of a hole at the base of an old silver maple tree. It takes a few steps along the trail, then vanishes into the underbrush. A moment later, it is back.
The fox says, "Another traveler? I shall soon tire of introducing myself so often to those who vanish again in minutes." There is a brief pause while the fox yawns. "I am Dlenia, a native dweller of this realm, who knows all and sees all inside it. I would invite you in for something to eat, but there is a spell on my door that keeps all but pure foxes out---it wouldn't even let in the fox anthro who was here a while ago. Maybe she was deranged or something... but I ramble.
"I did make a map of the realm, which I could let you see if you wanted."
The path past Dlenia's den runs north and south.