Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

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Each step taken led her nearer to answers that, in all honesty, she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted. She had to convince herself that knowing was better than not in order to keep her legs moving forward, rather than turning tail and retreating back towards the lair. It was as a scent wrapped itself around her nose that she was given a whole new reason to keep moving forward. She knew not if it was simply her mind playing on her a trick, and couldn’t be bothered to care. Asterr stopped only after having spotted a dark mass, the face barely able to be seen through the night. Growing still, she stared, expression unreadable.

Her mouth opened, a warning of words to come, but then shut long before anything could escape. He had vanished from her lair, disappeared whilst wounded and then thought to have perished. Yet, there he seemed to be, alive and well enough to have survived alone; she could only assume that he was unaccompanied by another wolf, for no other shapes or scents could be detected. Raising a forelimb, she intended to take another step towards him but stopped herself just as she had prevented her mouth from spilling words. And though she could not speak, her eyes screamed why?—why had he fled before, but, more importantly, why was he back?

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