Wapun Meadow Your luck goes up and down, like swings and roundabouts.

Faelan froze when he noticed the stranger looking down at him from between the towering flora, his bright gaze locking onto her own. The young man blinked at the woman, bemused. Well, this was certainly unexpected!
 
He watched her silently, until he felt the fur along his nape bristle, suddenly becoming aware of the vulnerable position he was currently in. Being laid upon your back wasn’t exactly ideal, especially when someone was looking down on you and so closely! Was she a friend or foe? Who knew! He let out a muffled growl at the thought as he quickly rolled over to conceal his off-white belly and shambled upright on to all four paws, hare still gripped tightly between his jaws.
 
Straightening himself and quietly trying to calm his nerves, the young man peered over at the woman and tilted his head, ”Cwan I hwelp ywou?” Faelan asked, words muffled as he tried to speak with his mouth full.

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