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It took a few moments, but it was soon revealed that it was the Fox that he seen moving among the trees. Luke's tail began to sway and he wore a bright smile. She was not the one whom he had come to see, but he was just as happy to see her, a familiar face. He dropped halfways into a play bow as she neared, but as soon as he did he took note of her posture and gait: dominant, but also favoring of one paw. His brows furrowed as his gaze fell upon her wounds.

This was not how he expected to see her. Then she spoke, and he froze entirely. His tail stopped wagging. This was not the greeting he expected, either. At length, his worried and confused eyes merely searched her face. "What happened?" he asked softly, his head tilting. Luke generally believed most things had simple, common answers, and were never as bad as one might first think. But this was one of those times when he genuinely believed something terrible had occurred.