Sleepy Fox Hollow The night is cold out there.

A growl came from the young Ava, a growl that you wouldn’t expect a young pup to be able to muster, at least, not most. What John could see and feel was a grudge, a bad one. Did this child not understand forgiveness? 

Slowly, he decided that perhaps it was best to back up a ways, give her more room. He stepped back towards the den opening, then coming to a stop. There was a sadness in his eyes, as his gaze still laid upon the girl, but what could he do? He tried to talk it out, and that didn’t work, so perhaps leaving was the best option. “I’m sorry, Ava.” Was all he said as he turned to exit the den.