Fox's Glade Hair of the dog

she heard them.

squealing and screaming. she had occasionally taken it upon herself to watch these odd creatures and feel some strand of connection between them. she always thought that her and her sisters were a lot like them.

yet her whole body buzzed with anxiety to think that someone would hurt something she loved. again. how many times would that happen?

why did you do it? she asked abruptly, figuring it must be him who had caused so much strife. she was hardly an image of protest though. small, wispy and blonde.

she wished, not for the first time, that she looked a bit…better. stronger.