Swiftcurrent Creek daze, daze, daze

Yes, she is!

He seemed nice, this man, in the way fathers were supposed to be.

It was a fox. She felt like a child, not the grown woman she was supposed to be. It rankled in her empty stomach, but perhaps playing the “I’m just a baby” card would work here.

I was hungry. As for the other question…I guess both? The blood twining into her fur stained it a deep red, almost maroon. She stared at it in apathy, before she looked to the man.

If it’ll stop it, I’ll do it. Even if she side-eyed the cobwebs for any sign of creepy crawlies.