Whitefish River pair of dice

Bad, bad, b a d.

Gross, gross, g r o s s.

It was all she could feel. She would have given Meerkat a hug if it had felt appropriate, but they had only just acquainted and their common ground was over something ill. Perhaps relating to each other was the kindness they could give for now.

Her own eyes roamed for a moment, before drawn back to Meerkat when she spoke.

Not exactly. I thought the woods were empty so it was awkward finding it suddenly full of scents. Bit. . . jarring, I guess. Soft laughter. Not that it was a funny event. More laughter at herself. How foolish she had been to think the woods to be untouchable with the passage of time. If it hadn't been wolves, surely something would have made home there.

Do you live nearby the forest? This was twice they had encountered each other. Although this time they would part as something more than strangers.