I was looking for my little lost chihuahua mix two nights ago (found him at 03:00, he was fine, but thirsty), but at one point had decided to check out the nearby fox dens, in case he'd been injured fighting the foxes, whom he hates, and was lying in the brush needing help.
But Hair, I'd never gone in the fox dens, I was shocked at what they have...great halls, ante rooms, passages, secret egress and ingress, what an amazing manse they have built for themselves amongst the uprooted and downed mango trees covered with vines and surrounded by chest high grass. It goes on and on, there is plenty of room for humans in it, as long as they stoop. The place reminds me more of Darrowdwell than Buckland Hall (or Took Hall, I forget now exactly what). I could hear one of the foxes moving away as I trespassed on their property at 2:00am, hacking with my machete at times to find a way through. I caught him in my flashlight beam at one point, not far away. He didn't look so ticked at me, more bewildered; anyway, I don't believe I messed up their place too much.
Heh - very cool, I'm surprised you could fit inside!
There was an old hole under a fallen tree root system behind our house where we grew up, people said it was a bear den once, at least that's what the kids all believed. It was scarcely big enough for a kid to fit inside, though.
Evening Sam - hmmm, 'machete' or numorean dagger; 'flashlight' or a light for when all others fail; 'foxes' or orcs... hmmm.
Just where were you, Sam? Seems I recall hearing of something like this before..