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She hadn't been far when she heard it.
Rain-slicked and flecked with mud, the greatpine had become the marble's chosen respite. Drowning beneath the coverage of sap-oozing trees as large fallen droplets smack the back of her skull and send shudders into her spine, she could have sworn she'd heard a voice. And she had, as she discovered; spindly figure hugging the side of a trunk. Mireille!
But her joy was shortlived. Mireille, a bundle of sharp shoulders and crimson fur, weeping alone; her chest tightened.
Hey, Maleah instinctively lowers herself, ears pressed down flat, slinking movements as though not to alarm. are you okay? and that was a dumb question, and she knew it, but what else was she to say?