A few days became a week; Storm busied herself with hunting, with walking the forest's perimeter, with falling into a routine she had no right to claim as her own. Moongrove. It would never be her place, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to pretend a little while.
The sun shone brightly through the leaves overhead. Storm slowed to a halt at the treeline, slightly breathless as she ended her pursuit of a fox she'd found sniffing round a cache. The trees dropped some of their leaves around her just then, and she frowned. The nights would only grow longer and colder.
Perhaps she would winter here.
The sun shone brightly through the leaves overhead. Storm slowed to a halt at the treeline, slightly breathless as she ended her pursuit of a fox she'd found sniffing round a cache. The trees dropped some of their leaves around her just then, and she frowned. The nights would only grow longer and colder.
Perhaps she would winter here.
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