Sleepy Fox Hollow If you rearrange the letters of Peru, you could spell Europe

           

He rose slowly, more slowly than she would have liked. But still he did. Her eyes narrowed of their own volition as she was able to observe the young man more closely. Who was he? She couldn’t place his features, or his voice, but she was sure he smelt familiar.

Remaining at a good distance just in case, Padma lifted her head. Holding it high. “I doubt it.” She answered his question, straight and to the point. There weren’t many who could help her, anymore. And even fewer who she would accept help from. She was a loner, through and through, and had no intention of being seen as weak. No, she could take care of herself just fine. “Who are you?” Padma knew the question was rude, she knew her demeanor spoke nothing of respect or kindness. “You smell….familiar.” She hesitated, unsure if she honestly wanted to know him. Given the number of times she had been hurt and the dangers that lurked in this dark world, Padma wasn’t so sure she wanted to remember who this man was.