Silvertip Mountain Headed towards a fucked up holiday

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She was expecting the worst, the cold was always discouraging and the hunger a painful curse, but somehow she wasn't dead. She sobbed between lines, fearing this would be her last night, the coldest one, fearing that Murgash would return to find a frozen body stuffed inside the saddest hole, and Prialux simply couldn't do anything.

But the world had different plans for the defenseless child. The first thing visible in her eyes was panic, fear of a horrible death in the hands of a savage, but that only lasted for as little as it took the girl to realize that there was kindness in that voice. She peeped out of the hole through sorrowful eyes, fearful and slowly. But then she gave into hope and crawled out of the darkness, keeping herself low, with eyes to the ground and tail safely tucked between her feeble thighs. Once out there she laid on the ground exposing her belly to the stranger, giving her the chance to decide what would happen next and hoping, deeply hoping, that there was kindness within her.

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