Duck Lake weeping willow

"Gods?" she echoed. "Sounds like you wanted to leave, but didn't want to admit the real reason for doing so." Obviously, Fox had no sense of spirituality. The closest she'd come to feeling anything supernatural was a dream she brushed off and blamed on recent events. It was actually quite possible that her dream just happened to align with the Kesuk's religion, though Fox would never make the connection. In fact, she knew nothing of the religion a few of her followers practiced. They were not outward about it, and Fox had not "caught them in the act," so to speak.

The callous girl shifted her weight from one set of paws to the other, and then twitched her tail. "But if you wish to believe in gods, that is up to you." Fox moistened her nose with a quick swipe of her tongue. "I should return to my own throne," she said, alluding to the fact that she had a herd to tend to as well. With nothing more to say to the scarred beast, Fox left him, trotting back toward the creek.

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