Sleepy Fox Hollow But you're perfect being yourself

The stranger called out to her, and Ciri paused mid-stride to turn her face his way. She looked at him with hollow eyes, an edge of anxiety creeping into her being. Sorry, she mustered, and turned to hurry herself along.

Perhaps it was the snow or the overwhelming aroma of fox that hung in the air that'd masked any fresh markers, but she did not wish to cause offence in any way. Ciri trudged on through the hollow and did not look back.