Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

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She hadn’t known what to expect from him, not then or ever. She could only stare whilst her mind worked to figure out what she could say, though a part of doubted that she would receive answers no matter how she spoke. A growl broke the silence and she stepped back, distrustful. She should have gone in a different direction, perhaps directly to the lake, rather than assuming that she might better pick up on traces of her children in the mountains. Had she done so, she never would have seen the man, but she had and so she needed to deal with her consequences of her mistake. Her concern had lured her straight into danger, which she watched with a mixture of dread and confusion in her eyes. She had messed up in the past but had hoped that treating his wounds prior to his leaving would have evened that out—now that she had been given the chance to meet him again, she became aware of the fact that her care hadn’t changed anything.

Again, her mouth opened, but what she should have said never came out. Instead, the first words to leave her mouth were, “Stop it.” She knew not what had driven her to speak, when she knew, in the back of her mind, that he would never listen. He had never listened before, so why would he now? The smartest thing she could do was leave, return to her home where she was protected by the cavern’s walls, but, of course, she did the opposite. She could not let herself leave without receiving an answer, and so she went on to ask, “Why did you leave?” It had not made sense to her at the time, and it still didn't.

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