Ritz had heard from whispering ghosty birds that they needed stones. Colored stones. To settle a fight. Why didn't they get the stones themselves??? The little fennec fox didn't think anything of it, until they mentioned a prize. Wings. Ritonai wanted wings. Fiery red ones, like chaos or something. Running through Polaris, Ritz looked for the rocks. In the dirt, in a small thin stream, around rocks, under shrubs.

Finally!

The fennec fox scooped a red stone, perhaps an unpolished ruby, and ran off the to the den she had made when she first entered Polaris. Reaching the den hidden behind shrubs, Ritz moved about fifteen feet north of her den and reached another set of shrubs. There she dug a small hole and hid her first red rock.

Running quickly from her red stone hiding place, Ritz returned to her search. Brown rocks, grey rocks, yellowish rocks, black rocks, even purple rocks. It was a little while before the fox found a red rock. It had hidden from her beneath another rock in a stream, almost impossible for her to find. But it was almost orange. Would it count? It would. Ritz would make sure the strange bird would. She had only found two so far, but that was better than nothing.

Picking the stone up in jaws lightly, the fox made her way back to the hiding place, digging up her other red stone and placing the new one gently next to the one that was covered in dirt. She smiled to herself as she buried them again, happy with herself. She'd get those wings.