Sleepy Fox Hollow saturday

Fiona’s reply was vague. Javelina said nothing, still glad for company even if this conversation felt more like pulling teeth. She followed the other woman’s lead, staying mum until Fiona followed up with a question a few minutes later.

No. I’m staying here until this heals a bit more, she replied, indicating her wounded thigh, then, after that, I’m not sure. Before I got hurt, I was living on my own for years. I suppose I’ll go back to that when I can. I’ve never stayed in one particular place for long.

Fiona’s pace was pushing Javelina to her limit, though she did not complain. She scanned their surroundings as they passed through them, though eventually her attention drifted back to her acquaintance.

You live in the hollow, with a leader who doesn’t take kindly to strangers, particularly injured ones, she observed lightly. You don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want, she continued, recalling her reluctance, but is there anything you wouldn’t mind telling me about yourself, Fiona? Maybe you could tell me about what you like to do in your free time, when you’re not running errands.