Fox's Glade thank goodness

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smoke finished the last mouthful of roe, tongue dragging slow across his teeth. her scent hit again— thin, anxious, threaded through rabbit fur and cold. closer this time. close enough he knew she hadn’t eaten near enough.

he tore a hind leg free with one clean wrench of his jaws. bone cracked. sinew snapped. steam curled off the fresh meat as he rose, shaking snow from his shoulders. no rush, no noise. just a steady, heavy walk as he followed the ginger thread through the trees.

when he found her, he didn’t speak. didn’t crowd.

he stepped out just enough for her to see him, then dropped the roe deer leg onto the snow between them. a soft thud. a clean offering. nothing asked in return.

a simple thing from a man like him.

a peace offering.

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never apologize <3