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Mae began to calm after expelling the soured contents of her stomach. Her breathing started to return to something like normalcy. She tried to listen to what Uncle Arric was telling her, what he was asking.

I - I don't know, She managed after a moment, thinking hard. In the moment she had taken no notice of those finer details, and so it was strange to try to recall them. Her voice was a whisper as she went on. Moss smelled bad. I c-couldn't smell anything else. Just her.

She looked at the pale puppy again, trembling. Sh-she needed me, Mae said in a rush of guilt, desperate to explain. Th-there was a - a woman, I don't know, she tried to t-take her! From me! Her ears flattened. S-so I - I ran away. Mae noticed then that the girl was bleeding, and gasped, and her heart started to race again.

A-Arric, Arric look, She stammered, but could say no more.