Lost Creek Hollow See if you don't end up un-broke

The shadow man invited her on an adventure, and the autumn girl wasn’t one to turn it down. She swiftly followed, autumn breeze buffing the short furs of her coat, tail bobbing with the joyous relief that was still humming in her veins like sunshine.

She had somewhere to stay. Hidden away from the rest of the world, from anyone and anything who knew her before she had become Faun of the Hollow. She wasn’t the old her, not anymore. The name remained strange in her mouth, a mistranslation she had never quite thought about (she’d always meant fawn but she’d never quite known the word), but it was hers. It would do.

It had to.