Dragoncrest Cliffs Your heart full of foxes

'a few weeks' is specific enough for blixen, who takes it with an interested look, observing the chubby black-and-white body scuttling towards them with an unearthly wailing sound. mother seems to know what that means and she watches as her lookalike moves back to the squirming pile of bodies, rearranging them expertly. "okay," she says, looking back to her mother's face, "i'll -- keep busy, yeah. i can come visit." and maybe it would get better, even if she didn't quite believe it yet.