Ren and Kael stood at the foot of the colossal tree, craning their necks back so far that Ren felt a crick forming in her spine.
From down here, the wooden structure nestled high in the branches looked extremely intimidating. It was impressively high. Dangerously high.
"Why does a fox have a den in the clouds?" Kael asked, squinting against the sunlight. "The trees are for the birds."
"I thought it was weird too," Ren agreed. "He abandoned it, though. So, technically, it's ours now. Finders keepers."
She was sort of lying. The house was definitely a rental, but Vex had fled underground to avoid the wrath of her two husbands. That counted as abandonment in Ren's book.
"Cowardly fox," Kael grunted. He scuffed his foot against a massive root. "I prefer huts on the ground. Where the earth is solid."
'Agreed,' Ren thought fervently. 'The ground is nice. If I fall, the worst I'll get is a little scrape on the knee.'
