Fox's Glade Hair of the dog

of course she knew that.

it only seemed like no one else ever did. no one had ever understood except for her, her sisters and a wayward mother.

a nervous lick of her lips once.

then she decided to put his thinking on display. a mad dash was made for whatever was left of his hare. it mattered not if it was only skin and bones left even. there was use in those things.

if this worked, she might coast on a high never touched again.

if it didn't? reality just might crush her once and for all.

leaving it up to u if she successfully steals or not <3 pp/minor injury welcomed ofc