The Silver Vixen is out with her coven. The skies of Durrington are probably darkened by the arrivals and departures of the broomsticks laden with fabrics and spells.
The Gorse Fox is sheltering at home with Jasper the Cat (the Silver Vixen's Familiar). He's not taking any chances. With such a gathering only a few miles away there is the real prospect of a rip in the fabric of the universe... and even they won't have enough cotton to sew that up.
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