Sunbeam Lair A whisper in the breeze

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Asterr had seen the fire of a fox’s coat, just as she had seen the destruction that it so often left behind. Like the raging infernos that a vulpine so closely resembles, they could destroy once grand forests and leave little more than ruins in their wake. They are a force to be reckoned with—yet, as destructive as they are, a heart still beats within each of their chests, and a soul still takes root within each of their cores. She could not bring herself to kill one, to smother a flame until there was nothing left to see but ash. They threatened her home, the very existence of her tribe, but she could not seek them out and paint the mountains red with their blood. It put her at ease when the woman’s answer was received, for she knew not if she could even witness their downfall; in the past, she had, but she wondered now if her heart had changed so greatly that spectating the same act again might bring her to her knees. With a soft smile to compliment the reassuring one spread across Shikoba’s lips, the Chieftess nodded, truly appreciative of the answers given. She could not bear the thought of falling from grace right before the eyes of a fellow member of the tribe.

“If you do not mind my presence, I would like to observe,” she said, voice carrying its usual softness. “I will be here to assist you, should you be wounded.” Wily and unruly, she would not put it passed the lesser canines to attack a wolf. When it came to defending their own, there was no telling what any species might do, and so Asterr was cautious. She would protect her family, but by taking an approach most unlike the Native’s own. There would be no risk of harm, only the gentle touch of a mender’s muzzle should the foxes attack her sister in spirit.

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