Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Fade here?

After a pause during which Sanja felt a growing tension, as she feared being rejected by this woman - and being cast aside to loneliness once more - she was surprised by the nod of her head.

Sanja's tail swayed with more vigor. She danced lightly in place, lifting paws and stepping lightly, wanting very much to draw close to Inkeri and inspect the scents of her coat, or touch the drying blood upon her shoulder.

Gott! Gott. Yes, good.

Instead she nodded in mimicry of the woman, and turned towards the nearest stone to glance at the rabbit parts — unsure of what to say now, or to do.

But she was glad, and felt warm all over. Some small piece of her desperation had alleviated with that answer.

Velcommen! She exhaled, looking to Inkeri's marked face with a new warmth.