Fox's Glade and when you’re right, the strength to stand your ground

thanks was a pleasant enough rejoinder, particularly considering Indra has been as friendly as the pointed side of an iron stave. she smiled, but it was a manufactured gesture - wasted anyway, as the sable pelted male with his peculiar whiskers had already turned away.

she would think no more of him today - perhaps for the better - for if she found out the male met his demise shortly thereafter (and she had, in a way, had a part in it) she would have been destroyed with guilt.

yet blithely, life went on - and it would be some time again before whisker came to the surface of indra’s mind.