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He guided her and she followed, feeling dead on her paws, so to speak. He spoke of a tree and she gave a slight nod—believing to know the one he spoke of, but as they got closer, she determined it was a different area than what she had thought of. It mattered little. 

Tell me how you’ve been? It was a start—she could think of a dozen things she wished to learn of him and more—but for now, she was content to simply be in the moment. Every so often she’d glance up, gaze catching upon the scarred man, wondering what it was that went through his mind.